Lot 22

Posted by PDevadis on August 25, 2004 at 16:23:32:

Lot 22

By Pdevadis

Chapter 1

Stan adjusted his tie and took another slip of the strong coffee. He was nervous about the meeting with the potential investors at nine o’clock and he didn’t sleep well because of it. Indeed the future of “William’s Exotic Meats” was at stake with this meeting. He needed to get control of his unique cash flow problems or the company would be doomed.

Of course he could liquidate his stock in a heartbeat but he had a dream for his product.

Certain the inflation rates for 2051 was a killer and his salaries were getting out of line with his reserve. He needed to generate cash and to do it soon.

He almost wished that United Nations de-population mandate wasn’t passed in ’47, because maybe he wouldn’t have tied up his life’s savings in this company. Certainly Mrs. Williams wasn’t very happy these days.

Oh, well, everything would be okay in the end he decided.

When his intercom buzzer rang he nearly jumped out of this skin. Pushing the button he spoke “Yes, Marie.”

“They are here sir.” Was her short reply.

Since Marie was a young attractive female she was very nerious working for such a company, with it’s unusual product. Still she needed the job. Besides she was 21 and supposedly safe from that damn UN mandate.

The five men and the two women entered Stan’s office. He calmly introduced himself and offered them coffee. He discovered that the waiting was worst than the meeting itself and he soon found himself to be calm and confidence again. It didn’t even trouble him that two of the potential investors were women. “As long as they have money.” He thought.

After they all got their coffee and took a seat Mr. Benton, the banker spoke. “Well, Mr. Williams tell us about you operation.

“Certain, first we are a new company and we been in operation for two months now.”

“As you know we deal in exotic meats, that is to say the meat of young women.” He slowly spoke looking in the directly of the two businesswomen as he spoke. He didn’t get any reaction from them.

“So now are your sales?” Ms. Davis asked.

“We don’t have a sale yet.” He replied.

“Why is that?” Ms Davis asked.

“Because we don’t have any girls ready for slaughter yet.”

“You see we get our weekly allotment of twenty-five 18 year old girls from the government each week but we are fattening them and tenderize them before we butcher them, it all takes time Ms. Davis.”

Continuing he spoke “These girls are special.” And he added with a wink “I spread money around the USDA to make sure we have the first pick each week, my butcher personal gets to select them.”

“I see, what are your marketing plans?” Mr. Benton asked.

“We are going to sell them at auction to the highest bidder.” Was the reply. “We think rich folks will pay a premium for such delightful specially fatten and tenderized young girls.”

“You see, we start off with not that prime a piece of meat to begin.”

“Our butcher looks for tall, somewhat skinny girls, so we can fatten them using our specially developed techniques that we stole from the Japanese method of fattening cattle.”

“You mean you massage them daily? Ms. Davis asked with a raised eyebrow.

“That and feed them our special diet.” Replied Stan

“That must cost a lot.”

“Yes, but the young men we hire to do the job work really cheap.” Replied Stan with a smile.

“Damn, I love men, they are such assholes.” She answered.

Stan just smiled back at the beautiful young businesswoman, while thinking, “I can deal with this bitch.”

“Do we get a tour of the plant or whatever you call it?” asked Ms. Stevens. It appeared to Stan that Ms. Stevens was associated with Ms. Davis in some way, he needed to find out.

“Of course, Ms. Stevens, and could I ask your role in this?” he asked.

“Ms. Davis and I are partners.” She replied

“Oh, I see now long have you been business partners?” he asked.

“No, no, ………………you see we are domestic partners and I have the investment funds.” She answered looking Stan straight in the eye.

“Damn, what a fucking waste.” he thought to himself. “Such sexy looking young ladies, wish they were part of my inventory.”

“Well folks, shall we go?” Stan asked.

Chapter 2

The potential investors followed Stan down a flight of stairs and into a large well lighten room. They were met by two men, one dressed in a business suit and the other was wearing an apron, obvious a worker of some sort.

“Folks I want you to met Bill, my operational manager and Tony, our butcher.” Said Stan.

Ms. Davis and Ms. Stevens stared at Tony since he was a very powerful looking man, at least 6 feet 6 inches and over 300 pounds with piercing dark eyes and a long black beard.
He stared back at them as if they were meat.

Bill, speaking up, broke the spell. “Welcome to our facility ladies and gentlemen.

“I am in charge of all operations and as such will be happy to answer any and all questions you have, Tony can answer any questions as to the butchering operations.

“Part of my job is to induct the girls as they come in, at a rate of 25 girls a week. That is our total allotment from the government, 25 a week.”

“As such, we are estimating it will take 3 months to fatten them for butchering so once the pipe line is full we need to house around 300 girls, with 25 going out the back door as butchered meat and 25 new ones coming in each week.”

“Any questions so far?” ask Bill

“How many girls do you have now?”

“Nearly 200.”

‘So.” Continued Bill as he pointed around the room, “As you see we have three tiers of cells, we call then fattening pens because that is what they are.”

“Much like a prison except the view in side the cells are far more open.”

The group was able to see some of the girls lying on cots in their pens.

“Are they always kept naked?” Asked Ms. Davis

“Oh yes, no need for clothes here, we strip them as soon as they come it and they stay that way………..then we sent them over to Tony. Beyond that far wall is Tony’s shop, he has been doing some butchering for outsides until we have some ready for him.”

“So you do have some revenue?” asked Ms. Stevens.

“Not much, about a $100 a girl is all we get, for example maybe a drunken husband tricks his wife into signing a waiver and has Tony butchered her for him then he sells the meat,
You know jobs like that.”

Tony smiled widely, while looking Ms. Stevens up and down; he loved his job and could hardly wait for the operation to come full circle.

“I see.” Replied Ms. Stevens, getting red in the face by knowing exactly what Tony was thinking.

“Let us proceed to what we call the meat conditioning room.” Said Bill

As they entered the room the low red lightning and the soft music greeted them. In the middle of the room was a stainless steel table with a tall beautiful blonde girl lying on her stomach.

Standing over her, a young man was spreading what appeared to be baby oil on her right thigh.

She was indeed a breath-taking specimen with a nice firm round ass and full meaty young thighs. With her deep tan and the baby oil she looked almost as she came from the oven.

“Okay, Peter you can stop for a while now.” Bill commanded with a smile. “Go take a break.”

After he left Bill joked, “He needs a break okay, a masturbation break.

Since they all noticed the boy’s boner they all laughed at the joke.

“So folks this young lady on the table is lot 22, we have had her for two months and as you can see she has fatten up very nicely for us.

The group crowded around the girl as she stared at them with a look of fright. “Damn, what the hell is this?” Susan thought to herself.

She got up on one elbow and looked at Bill, speaking in a tiny voice “Are they going to eat me?”

“No, sweetie, they just want to look at you sweetmeats.” He called all the girls sweetmeats and he had a hard on for every damn one of them.

“Lay back down.” She did as she was told. She always did as told, having felt the whip once.

The butcher placed his giant hand on the girls left thigh and said, “Spread your legs apart, good girl.”

He spoke as he squeezed the young tender flesh. “Her flesh is nice and firm, as you can feel for yourself.”

Each of the group took turns feeling the young girl’s beautiful tan thighs.

The butcher reached over and pinched the inner thigh flesh. “I can pretty much judge a girl’s fat content by just pinching at this spot, she is almost exactly what we are looking for in a properly fatten girl.”

“She will be ready to butcher in a week, she can stand maybe a couple of more pounds.” He said as he slapped Susan on her firm young sexy ass.

Bill added. “She came along much faster than the others.”

“Her weight is at 155 pounds, which for a tall girl like her is about right.” added Tony.

“So now much meat are we talking about?” ask Ms. Davis as she ran her hands over Susan’s firm young tender inner thighs.

“She will dress out at about 80 pounds of prime meat.” Answered the butcher.

Having moved on to the girl’s sexy ass, Ms. Davis was enjoying the feel of the young girl’s flesh until she saw Ms. Stevens give her a glaring look. Quickly she removed her hand.

“Shall we go on to the next room?” asked Bill

Chapter 3

“We are in such luck!” Bill stated as they enter the room, “Our weekly shipment is about to arrive, you can watch the processing!”

“Word is the truck is about 3 miles from here.” He continued.

“So this is where we receive the girls and get them ready to out into our system.”

The group noticed six men in worker’s overalls, standing against the wall, waiting.

The room had a desk in the middle, a large scale against one wall and three large empty boxes. One of the men was holding a banding tool of some sort.

Soon a truck was heard backing up and one of the workers lifted the backdoor, directing the driver when to stop.

He reached down and pulled up on the truck’s back door, revealing 25 fully dressed young girls chained to rails running along the sides of the van. The suddenly light caused them to blink.

Quickly the workers enter the unmarked van and unchained the girls, instructing them to line up against the wall as they filed into the room.

They were all in different dress, some wearing a summer dresses, some in shorts and blouses. One girl was in a cheerleader’s outfit. This indicated she was probably taken at her school. They were slim, tall, young and very pretty. Some were crying, some were trembling and some just stared at the floor.

“Okay girls.” Tony said in a loud voice, “You know why you are here so get undressed for us, now!”

A tall red headed girl yelled, “Fuck you.”

Tony walked over to her and slapped her hard across the face as another handed him a cattle prod which he applied to her thigh and pressed the trigger. She fell to the floor in great plain.

Bill said to the group “Sorry about this but it is necessary to show the girls who is in control.”

“Okay ladies undress, completely, placing all your clothes in one pile and any jewel in another.” Tony commanded.

“What happens to the jewelry?” ask Ms. Davis

“The government allows us to keep it along with the rest of stuff.” Replied Stan, “We sell as much as we can, there is a demand these days for used clothing in the third world.”

“Hell, we even sell the hair to wig makers.” Tony added as he grabbed a handful of the hair of a long legged blonde girl nearest to him.

“Good business practice!” replied Ms. Davis

“Hurry up girls.” Tony yelled “You all know why you are here, we can’t butcher you until you get undressed can we?”

He always enjoyed teasing each new group, making them think they were to butcher immediately. He enjoyed the look of horror on their faces.

Each girl slowly did as they were told except for a beautiful long hair blonde girl who fell to her knees begging to be let go.

Tony approached her and in a stern voice told her “Get your fucking clothes off girl, we need to get you butchered.”

The girl wept loudly as Tony motioned for the workmen. A workman got on each side of her and lifted her to her feet. Tony removed a knife from his belt and slowly cut the buttons off her blouse. Pushing back the material he stared at the full breasts encase in a sexy push up bra. “My……… you got some tits on you!” he said as he torn away the thin material. The way the breasts bounced as the bra was torn away caused his cock to get hard.

As the workers worked the blouse off her he kneed and unhooked her long skirt, working it down her long shapely legs, enjoying the feel of the young firm flesh. “Fuck me, you are a nice piece.” He said softy so the group could not hear him.

Next he worked the girl’s black panties over her firm rump as a worker removed her shoes.

As Tony removed her earrings he spoke quietly into her ear. “I am going to take my time with you sweet cakes, butcher you nice and slow, maybe fuck you as I do it.” While enjoying her horror.

As soon as the men released her, she frantically tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. Tony pushed her hands away telling her “Why are hell are you acting this way, soon you will be butchered and your meat will be on display for all to see.” “Just relax, as of this moment you are only meat, nothing more and soon someone will roast you in an oven and dine on you flesh.”

She allowed her arms to drop to her side and waited for what was to come.

After the other girls were finally nude Tony commanded them to face the wall with their hands above their heads.

“Okay girls, spread out some, about three feet apart, good.”

Along the wall ruler marking were painted indicating height. Most of the girls measured at nearly 6 feet or more.

“My, my, my they are sure sexy looking.” Stated one of the businessmen.

“Well, we do get first pick, out of thousands of girls.” Stated Stan

“Okay girls, spread your legs apart……..now!” Remembering the cattle prod, they did as
told.

The workers performed a body cavity search; taking more time then needed it appeared to the potential investors.

One of the workers kneed in front of each girl, applying a band the right ankle. The band had imprinted their lot number.

Soon a man appeared from a side door carrying a digital camera and a clipboard.

He approached each girl in line while slowly examining each of them, pinching the meat on her thighs and ribs and making a note on forms.

“What is he doing?” ask Ms. Davis.

“Estimating fat percentage madam.” Tony answered.

After each examination he stood back and took a picture of the girl.

After he was done the he yelled “Okay girls, time to get on the meat scales, one at time, in order.”

As each girl’s weight was recorded she was told to get in another line.

“Are you going to butcher me now!” cried one of the girls.

“Not for a few weeks sweetie.” Tony softy told her. “But yes I am your butcher cupcakes and you are going to butch up real nice.”

“Can’t wait to get to you.” He added.

After the last girl was weight was recorded they were lead away.

“Now you get to see Tony’s butchered shop.,” said Stan.

Chapter 4

As the group entered the butch shop they were quite impressed by now very clean it was, the wide array of new modern butchering tools and the meat processing equipment.

But once they saw the nude young lady hanging by her heels, with her legs far apart, they stopped looking at the equipment and stared at her.

Under her head was a stainless steel vessel catching the blood dripping down her face from the cut in her throat. The vessel was nearly full.

“You folks must excuse me, I was in the middle of a job when I was told you were here.” Tony said.

“I thought you weren’t processing meat yet?” Ms. Davis said.

“No madam, not from our regular stock, it’s a special job for Mr. Williams, madam.” He replied.

“Well, it is really a job for Mrs. Williams,” Stan added.

The group walked over to the hanging girl.

One of the men ran his hands over the girl’s inner thighs.

“She is still warm.” He said

“Yes sir, I did her about a half a hour ago.” Tony replied. “Isn’t she a nice piece of meat.”

They all moved their heads in agreement.

The girl was young, maybe 19, with long black hair and was maybe 5 feet 9 inches tall.

Her hanging position highlighted her nice full and young firm young breasts, top off by nipples that stood straight out. Her rump was full and nicely rounded matching her nicely full and firm thighs.

“Why are her nipples so erected?” Ms. Davis asks.

“Don’t know, it happens to about a third of the girls I slaughter.” Tony replied.

Turning to Stan, Ms Davis ask, “She a nice, where did you get her, she is a year or so too old to be USDA issued”

“She was my secretary, before I hired Marie.”

“Do you always butcher your help Stan?”

Stan smiled and continued. “ Well, you see, I am afraid I hired her more on her looks then her office skills, she wasn’t working out.”

“So you had her butchered?” questioned Ms. Davis.

“Not exact now it happened.” He continued, “You see Mrs. Williams spotted her, that was Nancy’s downfall.”

“Oh, I see, your wife was jealous.”

“No, she wanted Nancy’s meat.” Replied Stan dryly.

“You see my wife is a hell of a cook, she could easily be the meat chef in any fine restaurant.” Stan added.

“Won’t you get in trouble for this.” Injected one of the bankers.

“No, turns out her daddy still had custody of her, because she isn’t yet 21. “I gave him a few bucks and he signed her over to me, I got some nice meat and he got some booze.” Stan answered.

“How are Marie’s office skills? Ms Dave questioned

“Not much better.” He answered as he laughed along with the rest of the group..

Walking over to the girl he continued, “Look at those nice long meaty thighs, feel now firm they are.”

“The wife wants them butchered into roast meat.” Pinching the inner thigh he continued, “Just the right amount of girl fat on her for roasting, she will make a nice juicy roast, the fat flavors the meat and makes it nice and juicy.”

“Do you like roasted girl thigh Ms. Davis.”

“I have never tasted any such meat before, and I never will!”

Stan could sense that for the first time Ms. Davis was losing her composer.

“Real, why not?” requested Stan.

“She is of my own sex, so in a way it would be as so I was eating myself .” Ms. Davis answered, getting red in the face.

“Well, we must have you over for dinner…………………..pardon me, I meant to say to dine with us real soon.

The men laughed at Stan’s little joke, as Ms Davis got redder in the face.

“Why are you here then.” Stan politely asks her.

“Looking a an investment opportunity.” She replied.

“There is no better investment than girl meat.” Stan spoke while running his hands over the girl’s naked body. “There is no better meat than the meat of your sex. Ms. Davis and that is a fact.”

“The only thing that prevented us from eating you girls sooner was economies, but now with free girls from the USDA it has become economical, thanks to the world wide lottery.”

“A nicely fatten prime piece like this one will butcher out to maybe 70 pounds of prime meat.” Squeezing the girl’s thighs he continued, “She is going to provide very succulent thigh roasts, for which the wife has a super recipe.”

“You really have to taste this meat sometime, Ms. Davis, trust me would love it.

“No other animal can provide the texture or flavor of the meat of a young tender properly fatten girl.”

“That is why sales of the meat is increasing by 800 or more percent each year.”

“You see, once people finally excepted the UN mandate and started to taste the meat sales took off.”

Turning to the group he continued, “That is what our business is all about.” “We are sellers of only the very finest prime meat and that is why we fatten them ourselves.”

“We plan to advertise, something that has never been done before in this unique business and we plan to make famous what we are calling “The Williams Girls”.

“This brand will stand for the best in young tender prime meat and we plan to cater to the very rich and sell our meat at a very steep price.”

“We will fully take advantage of the fact that not only is the meat excellent but it is sexy as well.” He spoke as he continued to run this hands over the girl. He never got tired of feeling a freshly slaughtered girl.

“So now much are you planning to charge?” ask one of the bankers.

“Our research tells us that auctioning off the girls will get us the best price, we plan a minimum bid of $10,000 per girl and will weekly auction off 25 girls, to be butchered per the customer’s requirements.”

“Well, shall we move on to our customer inspection area and I will show you the auction room as well.” Stan stated.

“Tony go ahead and get her ready for the cooler.”

“The cooler?” inquired Ms. Davis.

“Yes, of course we age all our meat, it would be criminal not to do so.”

“So Ms. Davis can you join us for diner in about a week.”

“Well……………can I bring Ms. Stevens with me?”

“Of course………….now to you feel about it Ms. Stevens?”

“Me? ………please do call me Vicky………………oh…………I had the meat before………..I love it.” Said the very rich Vicky.

“So it is a date?”

Yes, replied Ms Davis.

As they left the room Tony was expertly running his knife down the girl’s stomach, leaving a fine trail of blood.

Chapter 5

The circular room they entered was richly furnished with a 2-foot high platform the full distance of the room. Space in the ceiling, every 5 feet, was recessed lighting casting a sexy red pale from the ceiling to the floor. Eyehooks were installed in the ceiling and floor at each position.

“Folks, this is the room we are going to use to allow the bidders to inspect the girls the day of the auction.” Bill said.

“Now if you continue through the far door to can see the auction area.” He continued.

The door led to another circular room, with seating for around 250 people as well as standing room. In the center of the room was a stage, maybe five feet in diameter.

Bill reached over and flipped a switch turning on stage lightning and causing the stage to slowly rotate.

“As you no doubt figured out by now, this is the auction area.” “We will course place the girl to be sold on the stage with the auctioneer and the bidders will get a view of her from all angles as the stage turns.”

As the last stop on the tour Stan led them to the fully equipped kitchen, pointing out the large oven and stating it had room to roast three whole girls at once.

“So you plan to cook the girls as well?’ Mr. Benton asked.

“Research tells us most of the customers will want top cook their own, but we plan to hire a part time chef and offer that service, for a price, to whoever wants it, and some will.” Stan answered.

Do you have any more questions on our operations? Stan asked.

“No, I think you covered it very well, we investors need to talk this afternoon. “Then will have a meeting in you office tomorrow morning.’ Ms. Davis asked, adding, “Those who are considering investing that is.”

“Certainly, Bill will show you to the door.” Stan replied.

Chapter 6

As Stan entered the office next morning, nursing a scotch and water hangover, Marie informed him that Mr. Benton, Ms Stevens and Ms Davis would like to meet with him at 9:00 O’clock. He told her to call them back and tell them to come in.

Soon the four of them were in the main conference room drinking coffee while Mr. Benton expressed his thoughts as to now well the operation was conducted.

“May I add something?” Ms. Stevens spoke up.

“Certainly, you were so quiet yesterday Ms. Stevens, I would love to hear your thoughts.” Stan replied.

“Please call me Vicky.”

“Of course.” Stan replied.

“Well, okay…………….first of all I really love your operation, I think you have a winner………….but.”

“Yes.”

“You are not fully utilizing your assets Stan.” She continued.

“What do you mean?” Stan asked.

“Well you have all these glorious girls here not producing income while they are being fattened.”

“Now can I change that Vicky?’ Stan asked.

“You sell them for sexual pleasure until they are ready to butcher Stan.” She replied.

Speaking softy she continued, “Men, being the animals they are would pay extra knowing the girl is going to be butchered.”

“Why I bet some would pay lots to money to have a girl just before Tony gets her, maybe even pay to watch her get butchered.” The closer to her date with the butcher the more they would pay, I bet.”

“Damn, Vicky, for a quiet thing you sure are evil!” He beamed at her. Suddenly he desired her.

“Yet, I don’t know if I want to implement that, what would they say at my church.” He continued. This got a laugh from the others.

“Well, Stan it is the only way Vicky will consider investing the $100,000 she has for this thing.” Added Ms. Davis

Well, even if I am not currently structured for this I will make the changes needed.”

“Such as?” Vicky asked.

“Rooms for the men and girls to get it on, for example.” He replied with a smile.

“No…….no………….no………..you should use the butcher shop, it will provide a turn on for the men.” She answered. “They get to fuck her where she is going to be butchered, don’t you see?”

“Wow, Vicky, you are something else.”

Vicky continued. “Your see you could take the client into the shop and have you big strong butcher bring the girl to them, maybe even give them a change to pick out which one the want, it would be a hell of a turn on and I bet you could charge $400 a shot.”

“Hell the girls won’t even have to be willing, matter or fact it would be an even bigger turn on if her struggled some, I bet.”

“What kind of control do you want for your money, Vicky?” Stan asked.

“It is just a loan at 18% plus you implement the changes to ensure M. Stevens gets her money back.” Ms. Davis replied for her.

“18 percent!” yelled Stan.

“Take it or leave it,” Ms. Davis sternly answered.

“I guess I will take it.” Replied Stan, “but I still need more money, is the most you can give me, Vicky?”

“It is all she wants to invest Stan.” Replied Ms. Davis.

“Okay, we have a deal, I will get my lawyer to draw up the papers.”

“So’. He continued turning to Mr. Benton. “What are your thoughts?”

“Well, I am thinking of investing $300,000 dollars for 20 per cent of the pie, Stan.”
Stan wouldn’t help but smiled.

“But………………….” Mr. Benton continued.

“Yes?”

“I need to test the product first.” Mr. Benton answered.

“What?” Stan

“I want one of our girls butchered for me Stan.”

“Why?”

“I need to make sure the product is as you claim.” Mr. Benton replied as he wiped his glasses.

“Well you paid me for her?”

“No, just write it off as product development Stan.”

“Well………………I don’t know.” Stan said weakly.

“Listen I came this morning here to tell you I didn’t want to invest, remember I have looked at your books.” Mr. Benton replied smartly.

“But Vicky’s wonderful idea has turned me around.” He continued.

Vicky beamed.

“But I must test to product to ensure it is a unique.”


Stan pushed the intercom button, “Marie, get Tony up here, now.”

“These are my personal funds Stan, I need to be sure.” Mr. Benton said in a steady voice.

“Understand, Sir.” Was his answer.

Soon Tony appeared wearing a bloody apron. “Sorry for the appearance folks.”

“It’s okay, tell me if we had to butcher today do we have any girls ready.”

“Yes sir, we have three. Two are fully fatten and one is nearly fatten, she would do as well.”

“Cover them up with capes and get them up here.”

“Yes Sir.”

“I don’t like to upset the office help with naked girls.” Stan explained.

Soon Tony returned with the three girls and four of his workers. Security was always a concern whenever the girls were out of the cellblock. They nearly had an escape two weeks ago.

“The idiot had to bring Lot 22,” Stan thought to himself.

“Okay guys, line them up and uncover them.” Stan ordered.

Mr. Benton uttered softy “On, my they are all so beautiful!”

He was looking at the three tanned and naked girls, their hands tied behind their backs, two were nearly six feet tall and one had to be 6 feet 2 inches. All had long hair in preparation of butchering. The wig manufacturers paid a premium for such hair.

All three were long legged with full meaty thighs and full breasts.


Since the air conditioning vent was directly over them, their nipples stood straight out. Whenever Stan showed a girl in his office he always make sure they were under the vents.


“Turn around girls.” Stan commanded.


Mr. Benton was presented with a succulent view of three ripe firm young and smooth skin girl asses.

“Okay, girls, turn around again.” Stan ordered.

“Well Mr. Benton pick out which one you want Tony to butcher for you, can you do it right away Tony?” Stan said.

“Sure, boss, as soon as one is selected, I will take her down and do her for you.” Tony replied.

The girls stared at Stan in horror and a stream of urine ran down the leg of the girl numbered Lot 2.

Mr. Benton stood up and walked over to the girls, walking around them, looking them over carefully.

Suddenly Susan felt a sweaty hand squeezing and pinching her firm young ass.

As the hand pinched harder Mr. Benton said, “I want her.”

“No, no you can’t have her, I am sorry!’ as he glared at Tony.

“Why not?”

“We have big plans for Lot 22, for example the photographers are coming next week and it’s all planned out.” Stan said.

“What is plan out?

“The ad campaign, she is going to be our “Williams Girl”. We plan to use her image as our trademark.”

“So she wouldn’t be auctioned off?” Mr. Benton asked.

“Oh, yes, we are going to auction her and butcher her too, the event will be will photographed for future ad campaigns.

“I see, well okay, what about this cute blonde he asked” as he moved his sweaty hand onto her round firm ass. “She looks like the girl next door,”

“You got her Mr. Benton.” Stan answered as the girl fell to he knees sobbing.

Like a shot Tony and the workers were by the girl, lifting he sobbing girl to her feet.

As one of the workers pull back her head by her hair, and another tied her ankles, Tony applied duct tape to her mouth.

Tony tossed the girl over his shoulder and headed toward the door.

“Wait a minute!” Mr. Benton said.

“Yes?’

“Can I go watch?’

“Sure Mr. Benton” Stan replied.

Vicky spoke up and said, “Ms. Davis and I want to be there when the meat is tested.”

“Sure Vicky, did she give you an appetite?’ Stan replied.

Vicky only smiled.

Chapter 7

Susan was most happy to get back to her narrow cell. A few minutes ago she was sure that today was THE DAY, a term she used offer. She tossed herself on the cot, lying on her back with her firm young breasts bouncing as she settled down. She could still feel the sweaty hand on her ass and the look of lust and hungry in his eyes. She knew that her day was coming and she trembled in fear of the butcher.

The butcher frighten the hell out of her, he was so big and powerful and those piercing dark eyes. And the way he talked to her and looked at her. One time for sure, he was a man who loved his work.

She wondered where she would end up. Would she get to see the people who would eat her flesh? How would she be cooked? Why were they so interested in her? Part, or maybe most of that was answered a little while ago. What if she excelled as a model, maybe than they would keep her?

Sometimes she enjoyed the attention she was getting and while it confused her as to why, she enjoyed the daily massages.

She was homesick for the days when she was a beauty queen, having won enough contests to compete at the state level when her number was selected in the lottery. Like many girls she tired to run but the GPS tracker found her on a street in New York City and when she saw the “Meat Wagon” (as the girls called it) pull up to her she knew it was over. The good news was that she expected to be butchered in a couple of days after capture, but 2 months later she was still alive.

Sometimes the lust of the men around her sexually excited her, but soon the fear of the butcher drove away the excitement away. Certain this morning when those people were feeling her and talking to her the way they did sort of thrill her.

What is it going to be like to get slaughtered? The butcher once told her that his knifes were kept nice sharp and that would make it easier for her. Still, having your throat cut has to hurt, if that is what he did.

As she ran her hands over her body as she wondered what her flesh would taste like and who would get to eat her.

She enjoyed the food she was given very much so she had no problem eating. Yet she know the more she ate and gain weight the sooner the butcher would come for her. They even said yesterday morning ………………..a few more pounds.

She wonder about her boyfriend and she wished at least if she had to be eaten, if would be him.

She wondered now she would be sold, will they butcher me and sell the meat or will they sell me before they slaughter me?

All the other girls wondered the same, the staff hardly ever talked to them. The butcher would talk to the girls, but only to frighten them. They knew little except they were meat. That they knew for sure.

Susan thought it so unfair that only girls were treated this way, but the UN goals were: first a way to feed a hungry world, then to reduce population by reducing females. In the third world this source of food was the difference. In the richer nations it was more of a fad. People were shocked to find out the meat was delicious.

As word spread suddenly the rich people wanted to serve girls. Many a high-class dinner party these days offered up a nicely roasted young girl on a platter in the center of the table. Always standing by was an expert craver, cutting the meat to the desires of the diners.

Matter of fact most great chefs loved to cook the meat due the wonderful texture, unique and somewhat mild favor. Best of all the meat was extremely tender, more so then beef or pork, if the girl was properly fatten for the oven. These were the customers The Williams Exotic Meat Company was design to cater to.

The name for her was Jeune Femme Viande, but they were buying girl meat or “Jeune Femme Viande” as the rich called it.

Susan only knew was that she was meat, it would take her time to know she was a special girl in the eyes of these people.

Chapter 8

Charlie was bored; in the year 2051 life was boring for a young stud like Charlie. Year’s earlier men like Charlie would have dressed up in his best, go to a nightspot and score with some chick. Now it was pointless, there was such a shortage of girls his age. The damn UN thing has really fucked me over he decided. Poor Charlie wasn’t the sharpness knife in the draw, but even he knew this UN thing was fucking him. I mean just now many of these porno movies can you watch. He needed a live girl.

Hearing a knock at the door, he opened it to find his friend Bud, holding a six-pack of beer.

“Hi Charlie, have a beer man, I got something way cool to tell you.” Bud spoke in a rush.

Charlie took the beer and stood aside as Bud entered his dirty little apartment.

“Hey man, I just came back from the coolest place!”

“And where was that Bud?” Charlie asked.

Bud took out a cigarette and lit it, sucking the smoke into his lungs.

“It is a new whore house Charlie, except it is way cooler, you know what I mean?”

“No, tell me” Charlie answered

”Guess where it is?” Bud asked.

”Tell me asshole.”

“Inside the Williams Exotic Meat Company, you know the guys selling the Jeune Femme Viante.”

“No shit!” Charlie answered.

“Yes, and man it is a trip!” he continued, “You get to fuck the girls man!”

“The girls?” Charlie questioned.

“Yes, the girls they are going to butcher, Charlie.”

“Wow, really!”

“Yes, I went there this afternoon, took the $549 dollars I won on the 8th race yesterday.”

“They even let you pick the girl you want to fuck.” Bud said with lust in his voice.

“How many do you get to pick from?” Charlie asked.

“Seven, they offered me seven to pick from………..Damn, Charlie they were all so beautiful. All of them, nice tits, nice asses and so long legged.” Bud said with a gleam in his eyes.

“But wait until you heard this Charlie.” He continued.

“What?”

“They told me whichever girl I picked would be butchered for Jeune Femme Viande as soon as I was done with her.”

“What did you do Bud?” Charlie asked.

“Hell, I gave them $400 and picked out a nice young blonde girl, that is what I done Charlie.”

“Fuck yes.” He continued, “What a thrill that was, selecting which one they would butchered next. But there is more, lot more.”

Speaking slower he said “They pointed me to this room, told me to go inside, get undress and wait……………………………….the room was a butcher shop Charlie.”

“Wow!” Charlie replied with a far away look in his eyes, wishing he had 400 bucks.

“Yes, soon this big guy comes in, wearing a bloody apron, with the girl over his shoulder, her hands tied behind her back and her mouth taped over.”

“He tosses her on the butchering table, where they butcher the meat, damn my cock got hard!”

“Next he tells me now he is going to butcher her, in detail, he has me feel each part of her as he talks about it, explaining to me why that is a good cut of Jeune Femme viande and so on.”

“What a turn on.” Charlie replied

“Yes, and finally he positions her on her stomach with her ass meat in the air, rubs some KY jelly on her cunt and tells me to have at her.”

“Damn, she had a tight pussy and knowing her was to be butchered soon was a real turn on Charlie.”

“I bet!”

“So I could help myself I came much sooner than I wanted.”

“Damn!” Charlie said.

“But I offered this big ugly butcher my last 150 dollars so he let me do her again.” Bud said, smiling.

“This time it was so nice, I fucked her for maybe 20 minutes, all the time thinking about her being butchered and all.”

“As I fucked her the butcher told about what a prime piece of Jeune Femme viande she was and now delicious she was going to be.

“Damn, I wish I could afford to buy her meat,” he added.

“Did they butcher her after you were done?” Charlie asked.

“Yes!” was the answer.

“Did you get to watch?”

“No, the butcher told me it would be an violation of state law.” He said with disappointment in his voice.

“Oh, well……………………….still what a turn on.” Charlie said, wishing more and more he had 400 bucks.

“Are you sure she was part of their stock, I mean to sell as meat, were they planning to sell her as meat for sure?” Charlie continued.

“Yes…….Damn Charlie, I wished you could have been there, sure she was one of their stock I am sure,…………….hell she even had a band on her ankle, it had the number 22 stamped on it.” Bud told him.

Chapter 9

Mr. Benton and his chef waited impatiently in the shop, for the others to show up.

“I wish they would get their asses in here, Bernie.” Mr. Benton said, he was very anxious.

“You should have been here for slaughter Bernie, hell, she fought Tony the whole way, what a hellcat she turned out to be!”

“I think Tony enjoyed it.”

“Was she bled out properly?” Bernie asked.

“Oh yes, she bled out very nicely, she made somewhat of a mess, I got scatted with blood, but I was standing too close.” Mr. Benton replied.

“How long has the meat been aging?” asked Bernie.

“She has been hanging in the cooler for 8 days.”

“Excellent!” replied Bernie.

Suddenly the door opened and Tony, Stan, Ms, Stevens and Ms. Davis entered the room.

Quickly Mr. Benton introduced Bernie to the group.

“Well, let’s get the show on the road.” Said Tony as he walked into the meat cooler.

Soon he returned carrying the gutted and headless girl, placing her on her stomach on the butcher-block table.

“Nice looking Jeune Femme Viande!” Bernie said. “Nice and meaty, what is her hanging weight?”

“A little over a hundred pounds.” Tony answer.

“Excellent, she looks nice fatten.” Bernie said.

“Oh yes, she is prime meat for sure, what cut of meat do you want cooked?.” Tony asked.

“Well, I think we want a nice thigh roasts for our test, with the bone in please.” Bernie answered.

“Why don’t you give us the whole thigh, butcher her meat from the bottom of her rump to her knee.” Stan requested.

“You got it boss” Tony answered as he cut into the girl’s full young thigh. After using a saw on the bone, the thigh separated from the torso. The group gathered around to inspect the meat.

“Very nice!!” Bernie said, “She is perfectly fatten.”

“Look at the lean meat on her!” Tony said.

“Yes, and just enough fat on her to favor the meat for roasting, it appears your diet works Stan, if the others are like her.” Bernie said. “We will leave the bone in for roasting.”

“Yes Sir, want me to skin the roast? Tony asked.

“No………never, the skin will help keep her juices in and give the meat a nice presentation at the table.” Bernie replied. “The dinner guests should always be reminded they are dinning on Jeune Femme viande.”

“That is the joy of roasting a whole girl, providing she is sexy looking and all your girls are Stan.” He continued.

“Well, Mr. Benton interject “The proof is in the taste of the meat.”

“Oh she is going to be great!” Bernie replied.

As the other watched Tony finished butchering the roast and Bernie prepared it for the oven, placing it in a pan and rubbing on a special spicy honey sauce he developed just for Jeune Femme viande.

They followed him out of the butcher shop into the kitchen and watched him turn one of the two smaller ovens to 350 degrees, sticking a meat thermometer into the meatiest part and putting the roast in the oven.

Turning to them he said. “We are looking for 170 degrees, Jeune Femme viande must never be overcooked.

“Now long?”

“About 4 or 5 hours, it is a big roast, she was a long legged girl.” Bernie replied.

“All my girls are long legged Bernie, it is what a Williams Girl will be famous for someday, succulent and long legged, lots to nice tender thigh meat.” Stan added.

When the group returned 5 hours later the pleasure aroma of the fleshly roast Jeune Femme viande Jeune Femmed the room.

The table in the middle of the kitchen floor was set for five people and the roast was in the center along with three opened bottles of Merlot.

“Well, this is where the rubber meets the road, as they said.” Stan spoke. “Bernie why don’t you crave us some meat, serve Mr. Benton first please.”

Bernie stuck the craving fork into the side of the nicely brown roast, as the girl juice ran down the side.

Using the craving knife he cut into the meat, cutting a nice thick steak off for Mr. Benton.

“She is certainly nice and juicy, I knew she would be.” Bernie said, placing the Jeune Femme viande steak on Mr. Benton’s plate.

“Notice the meat is still a little pink in the middle, roasted perfectly I would say.” Bernie spoke.

Mr. Benton picked up his fork and knife, and after trimming a little fat away he cut a piece and placed it in this mouth, slowing clewing the tender meat.

“Wow, that is wonderful, the texture is perfect.” He said as cut another piece of the meat off the steak using his fork.

“So tender, you can cut the meat with a fork, excellent meat Stan!” He said as he ate.

“I want some”” Vicky said.

“Hold on folks, I will crave you each some, as well as for myself.” Bernie said.

Soon they all have a generous piece of the girl’s meat on their plates.

Everyone was soon busy eating and raving about the meat except for Ms. Davis who just looked down at her steak.

The others were so busy eating and enjoying it. They paid no attention to her.

“This is by far the best Jeune Femme viande I ever ate.’ Bernie as he clewed the tender meat.

“Yes!!!, she is wonderful!! ‘ Vicky replied to him.

Mr. Benton, you have the best cut, top of the thigh, cut yourself that piece, it is her inner thigh.” He said pointing to a part of the meat on Mr. Benton’s plate.”

“Oh yes……” he said as he closed his eyes, slowing eating the warm tender meat, remembering now she looked as Tony slaughter her and now he squeezed that very cut as she bled out.

“Notice now sweet the meat is next to the bone!” Vicky said.

Looking across the table Stan noticed for the first time Ms. Davis was not eating.

“What’s wrong Ms. Davis? He asked.

‘Well…………..I never ate Jeune Femme viante before.” She answered with her eyes downcast.

“Well it is time you did, go ahead and try it.” Stan told her as the other joined in urging her to eat some.

Slowly Ms. Dave cut apiece, placing it into her mouth and slowing started eating the meat.

A flavor unlike anything she ever tasted bombarded her taste buds. It was wonderful, sort of like an extremely tender pork roast except much better.

“Do all girls taste this good.” She said as she cut herself another piece.”

The others laughed as Bernie spoke to her, looking her in the eye “All girls are nice Mr. Davis, never had a piece I didn’t enjoy, you would get great, I would love a piece of you young lady.”

As her face got red, he continued. “Some girls, like yourself are naturally ready to butcher, but Stan here has taken it to a new level.”

“Ms Davis, this is the finest meat I ever cooked, Stan has a winner.” He continued.

“He should have no problem selling his girls for a steep price once word gets out.” Bernie added.

“And he has my 300K as well.” Mr. Benton added.

“Well, I sure love it, very nice.” Ms. Davis said as she kept eating.

Now, at least she had some idea what she herself would taste like. It kind of thrilled her. So that is why Bernie and other men look at me like that.

Little did she know she would end up on Vicky’s table, roasted for a dinner party within two months and Tony would be the butcher her. Of course, Bernie would be the chef.

The group, including Mr. Davis continued dinning on the roast until it was nearly gone.

“What’s is to be done with the rest of the meat partner?” Mr. Benton asked Stan

“I think we should have Bernie cook it up and we invite some of the rich potential customers in for a free taste test.” Stan relied.

“Good idea, but I want some to take home with me.” Mr. Benton answered.

“Me too.” Added Ms. Davis.

Chapter 10

Susan lay on her stomach on the cot, recovering from the latest sex session in the butcher shop. Time after time the clients picked her over the other girls in the line up. She hated it whenever the butcher came for her.

She keep thinking now much she hate the butcher and the way he talked to her as if she was a piece of meat, but then again, that is what she was.

She was averaging $1600 a night in revenue for Williams Exotic Meats.

“Maybe they won’t butcher me for my meat.” She thought, but she knew better. The butcher told her, with a gleam in his eyes, she was to be butchered and he was the one would do her.

Hearing footsteps she lifted herself on one elbow and looked down the hall at a group heading her way. One of them was lugging camera equipment.

They stopped at her cell and looked down at her, careful studying her.

Finally the man with the camera spoke, “Very nice, can we get her to the butcher shop.”

Her heart started to race, the moment had come and the bastards were going to take pictures of it me getting butchered she thought.

She stood up and tried to run out the door but Tony caught her slapping her across the face.

“Leave me to fuck alone.” She yelled.

“Now, now girl, just settle down, we just want to photograph you up close honey, we aren’t going to hurt you.” The man with the camera softy said. He wasn’t sure if he was going to like this assignment or not.

“Are you bastards going to have someone fuck me again?” she yelled.

“No sweet meats.” Stan said, “We just need some pictures for the ad.”

‘What fucking ad?” she yelled.

“You are the poster girl for Williams Meats’ one of the man said as he toss a bikini on her cot, “here put this on.”

“Why?”

“Some of the ads will run in family type publications, get dress girl.”

It felt strange to Susan to have clothes on, even if it was only a small bikini.

Tony grabbed Susan’s arm and led her out of the cell, towards the butcher shop.

Once inside the shop she was commanded to lie on the butcher-block table on her back.

Somehow she knew today was not “THE DAY’ so she relaxed and did as she was told.

One of the men opened his case and took out some press on type tattoos.

Carefully he applied the circular lettering to her right thigh. It read “Property of Williams Exotic Meats”

He applied another to her left thigh, which read “Prime Grade AAA Meat”.

Next he commanded her to turn over and applied another “Prime Grade AAA Meat” to the cheek of her shapely ass.

For the next two hours they photographed Susan for all angles and poses, both on the table and using the meat racks. The removed her bikini and took dozens more photos.

As a final step they hang her by her heels on the overhead rails and had Tony pose with her in some of the shots.

“Okay Tony, pull back her head and put the knife to her throat.” One of the men told him.

Tony grabbed the girl’s hair, pulled back her head, exposing her throat. She could feel the sharp edge of the knife on flesh.

“Just think bitch, this is going to be for real soon just after I fuck your brains out, I fuck all my girls just before I butcher them.” He whispered into her ear.

Finally one of the men spoke “It is a wrap guys, we got some great photos for the ads.”

Chapter 11

Susan was starting to get nervous; she sensed something was about to happen to her. For the last few days they put her in the tanning booth and she now had a deep golden tan. Why would they do that? They were no longer were selling her for sex, other girls took her place. To top things off the daily massages also ended where the young man masturbated her to climax. What the hell is that about she wondered?

Early one morning Tony, Stan and Bill appeared at her cell along with two workers.

“Okay girl, up and at it.” Bill said as he unlocked the cell door.

They led her out to the cellblock, though the kitchen and into the show room.

Susan looked around the room in wonder at the other girls on the raised platform. They all had deep tans like her and their skin was oiled. Their hands were tied above their heads to eyehooks in the ceiling. They legs were spread apart and tied to hooks in the floor.

She felt hands on her as she was raised to one of the last reminding empty spot and her hands and feet were tied. A placard was placed at her feet that read “Lot 22”.

One of the workers rubbed oil on her, covering her body.

Seeing the oilier was taking must more time with the task then needed Stan commandeered “Hurry up! We open in ten minutes.”

Soon the doors opened and a crowd or people, mostly men, but a few women entered.

“Wow!” was the collective reaction of the potential bidders at the sight of the 25 girls.

They spread out around the room inspecting each or the girls. Susan felt hands running over her body and heard their comments.”

A group of four men who appeared to be together spend a lot of time inspecting her, they were very interested.

“Feel that nice succulent thigh meat!” one of them said as he pinched her inner thigh.

“Chart says she is 6’ 2” tall!” another spoke.

“148 pounds of prime Jeune Femme viande.” Another said.

“Doesn’t she have a “eat me” look her.” He continued

“Nicely fatten and ready for the table, best one here and that is saying something."

“Damn, what nice tits, too bad they are no good to eat, love those nipples, they would be good stuffed with some she grounded up meat.”

“Think we should try to get her for the club?” the fat one asked.

“Starting bid is $10,000 but I think she will go for much more.”

“Let try to get her, she would be delicious butchered into nice roasts, I think our membership would be most pleased.” The fat man said.

He made eye contact with Susan and ran his tongue over his fat lips, while smiling at her and feeling her ribs and her firm young shapely ass.

For the next two hours Susan was subjected to inspection by the bidders, it seemed like they couldn’t keep their hands off her. She felt cold hands, sweaty hands, trembling hands and even female hands on her body.

They seemed most interested in her thigh and her rump and they all spend more time with her than the other girls.

To top it off the damn butcher was there answering questions on now best to butcher her and questions on now best to judge her meat and now to feel her to judge her fat content and tenderness.

The cameraman was there taking pictures of her and only her during the whole process.

After what seemed a lifetime to Susan, Stan announce to the group. “Okay folks, let us take a lunch break, we have for you some small samples for each of you of our product from a girl we butchered last week.”

“Each of you can have a you taste.”

The auction will start in an hour the next room at 1:00 p.m.

Chapter 12

The bidder entered the dimly lit room and took a seat in the comfortable chairs surrounding the center stage.

Stan entered the room and climbed on the stage.

Picking up the microphone, he spoke.

“Welcome bidders to the first public auction for the products of Williams Exotic Meat Company, please just call me Stan.”

“I am the owner of the company and we have what I think is a superior product.”

“Our girls were all hand selected and expertly fatten, using a special developed diet to ensure the very best Jeune Femme viande.”

“For maximum tenderness no girl is over 18 and a half and our time consuming fattening techniques results in a very taste product indeed.”

“During the break, you got a small taste of our meat, what did you think?”

The group, who just taste the best girl meat they ever had applauded loudly.

“Thank you very much; bring on Lot 1.” Stan shouted.

The two muscular young men wearing Williams Exotic Meat Company overalls led the girl in. She was wearing only high heels.

She looked wildly around the room at the people. She tried to cover her nude body with her hands but the workers forced her arms to her side.

She had long back hair, down to her shapely young ass and proud young tits. She was breathing hard and trembling, causing her firm tits to jiggle. This excited the male bidders to no end.

Roughly they forced her on to the stage and tied her hands about her head to the hooks embedded on the “L” shape pole.

They adjusted the ropes until the soles of her high heel shoes barely reached the floor.

Stan flipped a couple of switches causing stage lightning to highlight the girl and the stage started turning slowly clockwise.

“Bidders, may I present Lot 1!”

“Her name is Nancy and three months ago she was head cheerleader at her school.”

“Isn’t she a cutie.” Stan continued.

“As with all our girls she has be expertly fatten and she is ready for the table.” Stan said as he removed his laser pointer from his shirt pocket.

Aiming the laser onto the girl’s right thigh he spoke. “Please note how nicely developed her thighs are, nice young tender meat.” As the stage turned the pointer was directed to firm round ass. “Just look at the succulent rump roast on her!” Stan said.

“She stand at 5 ‘ 11” with a live weight of 142 pounds.”

“She is ready for immediate butchering at no charge to the winning bidder.”

“Opening bid is $10,000, do I hear $10,000.

“$10,000” yelled one followed by “10, 5” by another. Another yelled “10, 6.”

A tall expensively dressed older man stood up and yelled “$12,000 even!”

The crowd fell silent.

Twelve Thousand once, twice…………………gone for twelve thousand.” Stan said.

Stan turned to him and said, “Please pay the clerk in the next room and at the same time set up an appointment with the butcher for tomorrow or the next day so you can tell him now you want her butchered.”

“When will she be slaughtered?” he ask

“As soon as you pick out the cuts of meat you want.” was the answer.

“Tomorrow then?”

“Yes.”

Susan waited in the next room as girl after girl was sold. While she could see what was going on she could hear it. She wished it was over and she was just a little pissed that the asshole with the camera was still taking her picture. She wished he would keep his fucking hands off her. It was unsettling the way he played with himself as he felt her up.

To top thing off she had to watch as each freshly sold girl was led by her on the way to the butcher shop. Some were struggling with the workers, and others were resigned to their fate.

In the next room Robert was very nerious about the auction, he wished it was over and he just want what he came for. While he was enjoying the girls on display before him he just wanted to perform the task the other club members selected him to do. His assignment was simple, be the winning bidder for lot 22. He listened to those around him; they were all talking about Lot 22.

Finally the man conducting the auction announced, “Now we come to Lot 22.”

Every head in the room turned to look at Susan as she entered. Unlike most of the others she held her head high and make eye contact with some of the bidders.

They were silenced by the slight of the girl. She was over 6 feet tall with long blonde hair and full firm breasts with nipples that stood straight out. She had a beautifully tanned skin and looked like a young porno star.

Unlike the others she walked unassisted and climbed on the stage, moving her eyes from bidder to bidder as she waited for her hands to be tied. She even strike a sexily pose for them, moving one knee in front of the other.

Susan thought to herself. “Fuck them, the bastards.” as she looked at the bidders looking at her. Yet she was very scared of what was to come.

Stan took some time before he spoke allowing the bidders to savory the girl.

Finally he spoke “May I present to you Lot 22, isn’t she succulent!”

She stands at 6 feet 2 inches and tips the scales at 146 pounds………….146 pound of juicy tender Jeune Femme viande.”

He reached up to the girl and grabbed a handful of her firm young shapely ass. “Just look at that succulent tender rump roast, who could resist that?” he said as he turned to the bidders.

“As such, she is one of a kind, she is the Williams Girl, she will be our trademark after we butcher her.” He continued.

I start the bid on this bitch at $15,000.” Stan winged it while sensing the bidders were anxious.

“!5!” Robert yelled.

“15.5!” one of the three women answered.

“16.” another women shouted

“18.” Robert yelled, knowing what his orders were from the club, which was get her at any cost, after all the club had lots of money.

From the back of the room came “18.5.”

Susan had been able to listen to all the previous auctions and she knew her price was getting near the highest, which was “19.5.” The thought trilled her for a belief second until the butcher came into her mind. One thing she knew for sure, she was about to sold to the highest bidder for her meat.

“20!” shouted Robert, hoping to scare the other bidders away.

“20.5” shouted the first women.

A moment of silence hit the bidders.

“Going once………………………..going twice……….. “ shouted Stan

“22” yelled Robert.

“22.5” replied the woman.

“Twenty six thousand dollars!” Robert proclaimed.

Again silence fell on the bidders.

“Going once……………………………going twice………………….sold to the young man in the front row.” Stan stated.

Robert, reaching of his checkbook headed for the next room as the workers untied Lot 22 from the pole and tied her hands behind her back.

Their orders were to treat her very carefully at this point on since the next stop for her would be the butcher morning, either tomorrow or the next day.

Robert wrote out the check as the clerk completed the paperwork. Handing him the papers she stated, “As of now she is your propriety, we you being using our free butchering services Sir?”

“Oh yes, course I will.” Robert replied.

“Fine.” She said, opening the appointment book, “We still the 8:00 a.m. to 9:30 a.m. time block opened with the butcher, it will be the first one.”

“We use part of the time so you can work with Tony to decide now best to butcher she, she is an excellent piece, sir, best one in the lot.”

“I know, I will be here, will I be able to watch?” Robert asked.

“Of course, Sir, see you tomorrow.” She replied.

Chapter 13

Tony woke very early, the bedside clock display 4:30. He knew it was going to be a full day and he wanted to get started early. As he lay under the warm covers thinking of what was head of him he got a huge hard on. He always was this way before a slaughter; it was what he lived for. At the same time, he had a problem. He always fucked the girl just before he “did” her.

This time, it was different, he had two days to do 25 girls and it was oblivious he couldn’t fuck all of them. Oh, well he was happy to find out Lot 22 was the first one scheduled.
He would get in early, before the rest of them and have his way with her. As he thought of Lot 22 his cock grew even bigger.

He wondered now much of a help his new assistance would be. The boss came by and introduced Ted to him yesterday after the auction. It turns out that Ted lost his long time job in the travel business due to downsizing and the State employment agency placed him at Williams Exotic Meats under some sort of training program. Tony thought that Ted was kind of old to serve as a trainee, but he certainly appeared to take to the job as he was showed the operation yesterday afternoon.

Tony walked into the butcher shop at 6:00 a.m. As he spotted two workers he ordered them to bring Lot 22 from her cell.

“But she isn’t due to be down here until 7:30.” One of them protested.

“Just do it, now!”

“Yes sir.”

After the men left Tony undressed and put on his apron to hide his big hairy body.

He waited for Susan to he bought to him, he looked forward to his moment for weeks and now it was time to have a piece of the beautiful sexy bitch. She looked almost exactly like his favorite porno star, such nice tits and sexy mouth. Now he wished he could get a cum in her mouth blow job, but he was sure the bitch would bite it off.

After what seemed like hours they returned with Susan. Her hands and feet were tied and one of the workers carried her over his shoulders.

“Where do you want her boss?”

“Tied her hands to the ovehead trolley and swing her above the table.” Tony ordered them

“Are you going to butcher me now!” cried Susan,

“No sweet meat, not now.” Tony told her.

Tony removed his apron and stretched out on is back on the table under the suspended girl. His huge cock was sticking straight up and he slowly rubbed the head as he looked at the girl.

“Okay, lower the bitch on me and leave the room.” He ordered.

Susan felt the large cock entered her tight pussy.

Slowly Tony ran his hands over her body, she felt so good to his touch. Grabbing her hips he slowly moved her up and down on his hard shaft. Moving one hand to her sexy lips he opened her mouth and felt he warm wet tongue. He wondered now it would taste properly cooked.

He grabbed her ass with both hands squeezing the meat in his fingers.

“On baby you are going to butcher up nice!” he softy told her as he ran his hands over her ribs and thighs.

“I think I will sneak a piece of you for myself.” He told her. It was Tony’s habit to do this from time to time; he loved the taste of young girl meat.

Finally after 20 minutes Susan felt the warm cum shot into her. The bastard has staying power that is for sure.” She thought.

Tony yelled for the workers and told them clean her up, give her a bath and put her in the holding pen in the corner for the 8:00 a.m. appointment.

Chapter 14

Ted arrived promptly at 7:30, he didn’t want to do anything wrong his first day on the job. He was both nervous and excited. He always fantasized about working in such a place but never thought he would have such a job.

Sure the pay sucked but he didn’t much care. He thanked his lucky stars that he was downsized from the travel business. He would follow Tony closely and learn the job, maybe he could work his way by to butcher someday.

“Good morning Ted.” Tony said to him.

“Good morning sir.” Ted replied.

“Call me Tony.”

“Okay, good morning Tony.” Answered Ted.

“Nervous?” Tony asked.

“A little.” Ted answered.

“Do you like Jeune Femme Viande?’ Tony asked him.

“You mean to eat?” Ted asked.

“Of course.”

“I ………well…………you see…………..I never had it before……but I want too someday.” Ted answer.

Smiling at him Tony answered. “We need to change that real soon.”

“So what are my duties?” Ted asked.

“Just help me as I tell you, we have two days to get 25 girls slaughtered and hung in the cooler to age the meat.” Tony replied.

Tony looked at his watch and said “It is time to get the girl ready the 8:00 a.m. appointment.”

Walking over to the holding pen he opened the door.

As quick as a dart Susan ran out and headed for the door.

Instantly Ted tackled her around the waist, falling her to the tile floor. As she came to rest Ted’s head ended up resting on the shapely firm ass. The warm firm flesh felt so good to him as he struggled with her on the floor. Soon a wresting match perused with Tony looking on in wonder.

Somehow Susan worked herself free and had Ted in a leg lock around his neck. Ted was enjoying the feel of the firm thighs but he still reached over and pushed on her chin forcing her off him. He smoothly flipped her on the stomach and held her hands behind her back.

As Tony walked over with the rope he said. “Good tackle kid.”

Quickly he tied her hands.

“Let get her on the table Ted.”

As Ted held her around the waist Tony approached her from the front. Susan swing up her long tan legs and kicked at Tony, just missing his balls.

“You fucking bastards!!!” she yelled.

Together they managed to get her on her back on the table.

Tony reached up for one of the ropes and tied it to her left ankle and the other rope to her right ankle. Walking over to the wall switch he pushed button and the girl swing off the table into the air. He adjusted her height until her head was eye level.

After standing back and inspecting his work he declared “Perfect.”

“Ted, get tape, the scissors and one of those plastic bags.” Tony commanded.

Tony approached Susan and ran his hands across her smooth throat.

Looking her in the eye he spoke. “ It nearly time to give you meat to Daddy girl.”

Ted, tape the bitch’s mouth shut.

Ted did as ordered.

Tony picked up the scissors and started cutting off Susan’s hair.

“Watch careful Ted, you get to do the next one, remember leave enough hair so we can have something to grab on too when we stick her?” Tony said.

“Stick her?” Ted asked.

“Yes, same as a hog.”

Ted said. “Oh.”

After placing her hair in the bag Tony closed it and set it to one side.

Looking up at the suspended girl Tony said. “Isn’t she something!” Feel the thigh meat Ted”

Ted reached up and ran his trembling hands down the girl’s inner thigh. Soon he applied both hands to the task.

The firm young meat felt so good to him. He wondered what it would be like to take some of the meat in his mouth and slowly eat it. He started to get an erection.

Tony broke the spell by handing him a clipboard. It had print on each sheet an outline of a girl.

“Okay Ted, the customer will be here soon to instruct us as to how he wants her butchered, I want you to record it on this sheet, write Lot 22 on the bottom of the sheet.

Ted did as he was told.

Chapter 15.

Robert entered the shop followed by four other men; three of them were members of the Men’s North Side Gourmet Club. The other was the club’s chef, Troy.

Tony quickly introduced Ted as the men gathered around the suspended girl.

Susan felt Troy’s hands expertly feeling her, testing her meat for texture and fat content.

“Excellent prime young meat; she will be a joy to cook!” he declared.

“Let see, I would say both thighs should be a roast, excellent looking meat on her, same with the rump, split her down the middle if you would.” He said to Tony as Ted Jeune Femmed out the form.

“Yes, yes that’s it, spit her down the middle, leave the rump and thigh attached, cut the meat just above her knee, we can roast both halves together, it will be a great center piece for the table, very sexy I would say.” Troy said in an even voice. “The two roasts will serve 25 to 30 I would say.”

“I want her ribs for a standing roast, can you do that Tony my friend?”

“Sure” Tony replied as Ted wrote on the form.

“Save her tongue for me if you will.” Troy requested.

“Yes Sir, and the rest of her?”

“Grind the meat and spice it up, I want to stuff her firm young breasts with the meat.” Troy said.

“Sir?” Tony inquired.

“I want you to save the outer skin of her breasts, I want to cook stuffed breasts. They make for a sexy looking dish and dressed up the table, reminds the guest what they are eating.

Troy spends a few more minutes examining her as he asked Tony. “Now long are you going to age her?”

“We will hang her for eight days, Sir.”

“Excellent, do her where you are ready.” Troy said, “Do you deliver the meat to us?”

“Of course sir.” Tony answered.

Picking up his sticking knife Tony commanded Ted to move the large vessel under her head.

“Okay Ted, grab her by her hair and pull back her head real hard, don’t let her go until she bleeds out.” Tony commanded.

The girl tried as best she could to wiggle away as Ted grabbed her hair with one hand pulling her head back. With the other he held her tight with his arm across her young tits.

Suddenly Susan felt a sharp plain on her throat and she felt her warm blood run down her face.

Moments later she felt a knife expertly cutting down stomach from her pussy to her breastbone.

“The bastard is gutting me before I pass out, the asshole!” she realized looking wildly around at the smiling men.

“Hold her tight Ted!” Tony commanded.

Slowly the room started to turn black. She lost the will to move and instead stared at the smiling men staring at her. The last thing she felt was Ted hand squeezing her thighs. Her last thought was “I am now just meat,”

The men watched as Tony finished gutting and cleaning the girl. He opened her mouth, pulled out her tongue and expertly removed it.

“Okay Ted, open the scolding vat so we can drip her.” He said as he quickly removed the girl’s head.

After she came out of the vat Tony showed Ted now to scrape the meat to remove the body hairs.

As Ted worked on the girl Tony spoke. “You know we need to be more efficient in this operation, we need to set up an assembly line for the rest of the girls, do them all at once, what do you think.”

“Great idea.”

Troy approached Tony and asks “Can I be present when you butcher her.”

“Yes Sir.” He replied and turning to Ted he say “Get her in the meat locker.”

Chapter 16

Tony and Ted spend the next two days meeting with the owners of the other 24 girls as the workers set up the assembly line, using 24 overhead rail mounted trolleys.

The highlight for Ted was that at the end of the second day. Tony let him fuck the last girl they charted. Knowing she was to be slaughtered the next day added to his pleasure. She was a beautiful girl with raven black hair and really nice full tits.

As he fucked her he fantasized what her meat would taste like. Damn he loved this job!

On the third day Tony and Ted and the workers assembled the 24 girls and got all of them hung by their ankles in the trolleys.

Tony and Ted approached each girl and cut off their long hair, placing it in separate bags for the wig maker. Each bag represented $25.00 in revenue.

Tony and Ted walked down the line. Tony quickly cut each throat as Ted held her.

After the last girl Tony when to the first one and started the gutting operation.

Next each girl was scolded in the vat and scarped.

Soon the meat locker was Jeune Femmed with 25 headless girls hanging by their heels. Ted stood in the room staring in wonder at the slight. It was so sexy. He walked around the room feeling each girl; some were still warm to his touch. He could hardy wait to taste the meat Tony promised him someday.

Charter 17

Sitting at his desk Stan careful studied the results of the financial spreadsheets. The first auction generated a cash flow of over $300,000 and the sideline business was averaging nearly $10,000 a night.

For the whorehouse operation the demand was so great customers had to be turned away. He was sitting on a gold mine! He felt very lucky that there were still enough people in this age of storages with money to spend on such pleasure.

His butcher was delighted with the high quality of the slaughtered meat and today the first girl was going to be butchered.

He left the office and told Marie he would be in the butcher shop, he didn’t want to miss this event. As he talked to Marie he took great pleasure in looking at the long legs and shapely thighs. He wanted to reward his workers by tossing a dinner party for them so he was working with Marie’s husband to get him to sign Marie over to him. Marie was a real head turner in the plant and he thought it would thrill the workers to dine on her. Besides her office skills left much to be decided. He knew Tony was hot to get her. He smiled as he walked away, thinking of her roasting in his oven.

As he entered the shop Tony was talking it Robert’s chef as Ted and Robert listened.

Turning to Ted he said “Bring Lot 22 from the meat locker.”

Ted walked into the cool locker and walked past the hanging girls. He never got tired of looking at all the nice young flesh, hanging by their ankles with their meat slowly aging.

He located Lot 22 and forced the trolley onto the overhead tracks that led into the butcher shop.

As directed by Tony he stopped her at the desired spot.

“Well, isn’t she a beautiful slight.” Tony said as he inspected the girl, remembering the pleasure he had when he fucked her and the pleasure of the fight she put up. He loved it when they tried to fight him off, some of the girls were far too frighten to even try, but not this one.

Tony picked up his knife and cut into the girl’s full breasts thinking now beautiful and sexy they looked.

“Notice there is very little blood, she bled out very nicely.” He said.

After removing the fatty tissue from the inside of the breasts he placed them on the table and picked up the hand meat saw.

He sawed the carcass down the middle of the backbone producing two sides of Jeune Femme Viande.

“Excellent. Very nice.” Tony said

“Look here at the girl fat on her ribs Ted, it is now I grade the meat, it is perfect, she is prime meat that is for sure.” Tony said as the others looked on.

“Unhook one of those sided and place it on the table.” Tony commanded.

Tony quickly removed the arms, and feet, using the butcher knife and handsaw. Next he sliced into the thigh just below the rump, using the saw to get though the bone.

After removing the thigh he carefully inspected the exposed meat.

“Yes, look at that, nice layer for fat for roasting and just the right amount of marbling.”

“The texture is perfect, very nice and tender thigh roast!” he continued.

He continued cutting the roast by cutting into the tender meat just above her knee.

Troy spoke up. “Remember we want her rump attached on the second one”

The group marveled at how quickly Tony worked as he reduced Susan to packaged meat, wrapping each cut in butcher paper and marking the outside of the package.

Turning to Troy Stan ask, “Are you happy with her?

“Oh, yes, very much so, the club will be dinning on some great Jeune Femme Viante this week-end.”

“Our truck will deliver the meat to you this afternoon.” Stan told him.

“Very good!” Troy replied.

Chapter 18

The rich aroma of roasting Jeune Femme Viande filled the kitchen of the North Side Gourmet Club.

Troy loved this aroma the best, just when the meat was about ready to be removed from the oven. He was most pleased with the girl; it was by far the best meat he ever worked with. Williams sure knew now to select and fatten his girls.

She butchered out very nicely and he estimated he had around 75 pounds of meat to serve the 52 dinners.

Troy opened the large oven and read the meat thermometers. They were all at or near 160 degrees; the meat was ready to come out.

He removed the two stuffed breasts first; like the rest of the meat the skin was a golden brown. He was very satisfied with now real they looked. A person would never guess they were stuff with ground Jeune Femme Viante from the girl’s arm and shoulder meat.

He set them on the platter and removed the thigh roast, which set in its pool of girl juice. During the cooking he frequency blazed the meat in its only juices.

The rump-thigh roast was extra special looking; he placed it in the middle of the platter. As with all Jeune Femme Viande, he roasted the meat with the skin on. Carefully he arranged the meat on the platter, leaving no doubt in the mind for the diners that they were eating a girl.

Troy picked up a fork and knife and craved a slice of the hot meat from the end of the thigh roast.

He blew on the meat to cool it and placed it into his mouth, slowly tasting the delicious tender meat. Slowly he chewed, enjoying the unique favor, somewhat like pork roast except better and far more succulent and tender. The texture reminded him of young veal.

Quickly he sliced another piece, this one bigger than the last. He reasoned that he had to be sure it was suitable for his guest. Of course it was.

He dripped into the bottom of the large roasting pan and placed the girl juice into a large bowl.

Forcing himself, he stopped eating and arranged the meat on the large platter along with lots of vegetables and baked potatoes. He knew the diners would mostly eat the meat so the rest was little more than decorations.

As the members entered the large softy lit dinning room they were greeted by a large life size posters on each wall of Susan, made up from photos taken the day before the auction. One was a full frontal view; one was a view of the back, another from the side. The fourth was from a photo taken on the day she was slaughter and showed her hanging by her heels, as the butcher was getting ready to stick her.

In the center of a table off the side was the large platter of meat. Each member lined up in order of the drawing that was conducted 20 minutes before in the other room. The lucky ones had first choice of the meat. Troy stood over the platter with the craving knife and fork in hand.

The first diner requested a cut of thigh meat. Troy struck his fork into the side of the golden brown roast and the juices ran down the sides and sliced off a piece of meat about a ½ inch thick, carefully cutting around the bone. The diner, using a large spoon, pour some juice from the large bowl on to the meat and Jeune Femme the rest of his plate with other goodie from the platter.

The next diner requested a quarter of a stuff breast, his favorite, but mostly the others ask for thigh meat. Once that was gone, her ribs were in great demand as well as slices of rump roast.

Nosily the diners ate the meat; savoring each bite only taking time to drink some wine between bites.

“Damn, she is some kind of good eating!” one of them said as he eat his thigh meat. He stared at the poster as he ate.

Soon, some were back trying to get seconds, Troy served them on a first come bases.

It what seemed no time at all the meat was mostly gone. It was then that Troy decided next time he would set some aside for himself.

Soon expensive cigars were lit and a suck and fuck movie can on the wide screen at the end of the table.

We have a nice young red head lined up for next week.” Troy announced. “She is another Williams girl, it is all I am cooking for now on.

Chapter 19

Stan greeted Tony warmly and thanked him for all the hard work for him and his crew.

“I have a special treat for everyone.” He said breathlessly

“Oh?”

“Yes I want to put on a Jeune Femme Viande dinner for everyone to show my appreciate.” Replied Stan as he continued “And the best part is we will provide one to our girls.”

“Wow!” replied Tony.

“There is more, you get to pick which one you want from this week’s auction lots.” Stan said. He knew this deed had to be done because tensions were running high in the plant from the workers handling all that meat but not being able to have a taste. That and business was great.

“That is so nice of you,” Tony replied.

“Yes you can go to the show room just before the bidders come in and pick one out.” Stan said.

“Okay, I would like the new man, Ted, to pick her out, is that okay?” Tony requested

“Sure Tony, whatever you want.”

“Oh, no more thing, is it okay if Ted fucks her first, the guy is very worked up from helping me handle all the meat this week.’ Tony asked.

“Fuck her? Sure, I could care less, I don’t give a shit, she is just meat, but don’t let the others see him or they will want some too.” Replied Stan.

“Yes Sir, Thank you Sir!” answered Tony.

Ted entered the room and looked around at the 25 girls on display. He wondered, “What should I be looking for?”

As a stared at each girl his eyes ended up on their thighs. He wondered which part would be the best tasting and decided that the thighs looked the best, the thighs reminded him of meat, who wouldn’t think of meat while looking at a girl’s thigh.

“That is how I will decide, I will pick the one with the best thighs, and a long legged one at that!” He told himself.

He walked around the room, going to each girl and feeling their thighs like Tony showed him. Suddenly he found his girl, the warm tanned meat felt so nice in his hands and she was tall and long legged.

Turning to Tony he said, “I want her and I want a steak from her upper thigh, but first I want to fuck her, here and now!” Ted said. “”I can’t wait.”

“First we need to get her to the butcher shop.” Tony told him.

Tony reached up and untied the girl’s hands from the overhead hooks. As soon as she was free she tried to run to the door but instead ran into Ted. As Ted held the screaming girl Tony fought to tie her hands behind her back. Tony picked the girl off her feet and tossed her over his shoulder. Grabbing a handful of her meaty thigh with one hand he opened the door with the other and headed toward the butcher shop as the girl kicked the air with her feet.

Once inside he tossed her on top of a Jeune Femme Viande carcass on the butcher-block table. Tony was getting ready to butcher the meat when the boss called.

The girl felt the other cold meat on her warm stomach as Tony tied her hands to the table legs.

“Isn’t she something!” Ted said as he undressed while staring at the young girl’s shapely ass sticking up in the air and tied on the top of the ready to be butchered girl.

Rubbing his hard cock with one hand he felt back of the girl’s thighs with the other. “I want to fuck her Tony, then I want to eat her, I want a thigh steak from here.” He said as he pinched the back of her thigh.

“I bet the juicy bitch is going to taste so good,” he said as his cock got harder and harder.

“Know what would be fun Tony?” Ask Ted

“What?’ Tony asked.

“You stick her when I signal you as I am getting off my rocks in her.” He said as he rammed his cock into her tight pussy.

Her warm flesh and tight young pussy felt so good as he worked his hard cock into her.

As he plumped away he talked to her, telling her what was going to happen to her as soon as he got his rocks off. She tried to scream in horror but Tony taped her mouth shut, as he placed the large vessel under he head and took out his sticking knife.

Tony forced the girl’s head to the opening of the vessel.

As Ted happily fucked away, dreaming of the feast to come Tony picked up the scissors cut off the girl’s hair, leaving just enough to use to grab on to when the time came.

“This is going to be so cool Ted, let me know when you are ready to cum, okay buddy?” Tony said.

“Oh yes baby, it is time to give your meat to daddy.” Ted spoke softy as he fucked the girl using one hand to pinch the meat on her thigh.

Finally he motioned to Tony it was time.

Tony stuck the knife into her outstretched throat.

Watching her warm blood shoot into the vessel and the girl struggling under him, trying to escape was too much for him and he shot his cum into her.

He thought he would never stop, it was the greatest pleasure he ever had in his life.

He felt the girl stop moving knowing it was over for her, but for him greatest pleasure was yet to come.

Chapter 20

The workers filed into the dinning room to be greeted by the slight of a whole roasted girl on the table.

This was the moment Ted waited two weeks for, the night of the big dinner.

The new chef for Williams Exotic Meat Company stood over the roasted girl that was positioned on her stomach, in much the same position as she was when Ted fucked her, except she was fully cooked and ready to serve.

Stan took front and center and welcomed the invited guests to the dinner.

“Folks, this dinner is to show my appreciate to your hard work to make my dream possible.” He said as Mrs. Williams looked on.

“I would like to honor the employee of the month by offering him first choice.” He continued. “Ted, please come up front.”

Ted nervously came to the center of the room and stood beside Stan.

Stan continued, “ Even if Ted is currently being trained his passion for the job must be recognized.

“Good job Ted, please select your cut of meat and our chef will crave it for you.” Stan said.

Without pausing Ted pointed to the part of the girl’s thigh just below the rump.

The chef expertly craved a one-inch thick steak form the roasted girl, using the meat saw as needed.

Slowly Ted walked to his place at the table as the others lined up for their meat. He wondered if good manners meant he had to wait for the rest of them to get their meat.

He decided that since he was employee of the month it was his right to get started without them.

He looked down at the piece to warm meat; it looked so good to him.

Slowly he cut a bite size piece, amazed as to now tender she was.

He placed the juicy meat his mouth as he dreamed about how he fucked it a few days ago and now she felt to me as he squeezed her thighs and fucked her. He was now eating that same thigh!

This emotion was overpowered by the delicious taste of the succulent young and tender meat. In his life he never tasted anything better. He was amazed at the favor and texture; it was small wonder such meat was in such great demand.

“Damn, I am going to love this job.” He thought as he cut another piece.

The End