Crazy for Daisy

Posted by J.P. Meser on March 05, 2005 at 14:48:33:

Crazy for Daisy
T.P. Meser

Chapter 1

Billy Joe woke up with a killer of a hang over. He opened the ice box and took out a can of beer. Opening it he started to drink, cursing to himself that it was warm. He needed more ice, damn it. He wished for the good old days. At least he could afford electricity back then. Only the rich had electricity these days. Hell, he could not ever afford ice anymore. He silently cussed the fact that the world’s oil was mostly gone and only a few super rich people were left in the world while the poor, like him, was left holding the bag.

He slowly took out a cigarette and lit it. “At least cigarettes are cheap now that the government no longer gives a shit about the health of their citizens.” He thought as he smoked.

He knew drank way too much of his own moonshine last night. “That stuff is going to fucking kill me someday” he thought as he sat at the table cluttered with dirty dishes and in disarray from last night’s fun. He wished he never used that old radiator for the condenser in his still. Just recently he found out the lead solder used in radiators could cause real mental problems for anyone who drank the product. Still he wrote it off as the government lying to him. “Hell, those bastards don’t want anyone to have enjoyed themselves!” he decided.

Slowly he drank his warm beer and smoked one cigarette after another, drawing the smoke over his few remaining yellow rotten front teeth.

He started to remember what he did last night and how much he enjoyed it. Well, today may well be “The Day” he thought to himself and all that kind of fun would be behind him. He remembers finally fucking her on the table and now nice and tight her young tight pussy felt.

“At least I can use the money, maybe get a few drugs with it” he thought.

He has been waiting for this day for over a year. If things went as he hoped, he would get a nice check from the government soon. He would know for sure by the end of the day.

He wondered what time they would come for her, it indeed they did. He knew the rules of the game. He even had the 16th circled on his calendar; it was his step daughter’s eighteenth birthday.

Wondering about it worried him, he knew that if the lottery picked her she bring a very good price at the meat auction and 80% of it would be paid to him.

“Hell”. He thought, “I even got a nice price for her mother last year from the local butcher and the bitch was 34 fucking years old!” He remembered those in town who had money lined up in front of the butcher shop the day her meat was to go on sale. Any man who could afford it wanted some.

He was glad to be done with the bitch, even if she was one sexy looking young lady with her long legs, tan thighs and big bust. He thought “Daisy was so much like her mother, except she was in her prime for this sort of thing; those rich bastards will pay plenty for a taste of her.”

Chapter 2

Daisy barely slept and when she did she had bad dreams. She was so afraid and all she could think of lately was the town’s butcher and now he stared at her bare thighs that rippled when she walked by his store. What if she wasn’t picked in the lottery? Would she still be safe? She knew how that bastard Billy Joe tricked her mother into signing whose phony papers. Maybe the town’s butcher would get her. She still had this image of the fat bastard running his tongue over his greasy lips whenever he saw her.

Last night was the worst. She was tried of having to suck on Billy Joe’s big cock every time he turned around. But last night was different some how. She trembled as she thought now he talked to her like she was meat as he fucked her on the kitchen table. Was he telling the truth? Was she really what he called “Prime Meat.” Besides, now did that bastard know? Still, she would get out of her mind the staring eyes of town’s butcher.

She remembered Billy Joe shooting his hot cum into her while he squeezed her thighs, telling her now he wanted to eat the “succulent meat” as he called it.

She raised her long tan legs over the bed, hitting the bed rail with the damn GPS locator strapped to her ankle. She had to wear the damn thing for the last 6 months; all her efforts to remove it fail. The government man told her it was made from tintanium or titanium or something like that and it was impossible to take off.

She walked naked over to the mirror and examined herself, as was her habit. She saw in the mirror a nearly six foot young girl with smooth skin, long blonde hair, full firm breasts with nipples that stood straight out and a firm fleshly ass and thighs. Billy Joe would tell her that her best feature was her big blue eyes, bedroom eyes he called them, and her sexy mouth with the full lips. He would tell her she looked best whenever his cock was in her sexy mouth. He loved to shot his cum into it.

As she dressed in her tight fitting jeans and shirt she wondered; “Will they come for her today?” The thought of it make her tremble in fear.

Chapter 3

Daisy walked into the kitchen and rolled her eyes at the sight of Billy Joe sucking down the beer. There were four empty cans in front of him and it was only 8:00 o’clock in the morning. He grinned at her and ran his tongue over his lips. “Good Morning Girl, are you ready for the butcher today?” He smiled.

“Fuck you, asshole!” was her response. She thought about running out the front door and down the street, but she knew it would be a waste of time, those bastards always knew exactly where she was within a few feet at all times and she knew it. All she could do was to wait and see.

“Come over here girl!” Billy Joe demanded.

Daisy always did as Billy Joe told her. She was so afraid of him. As she stood in front of him he ran his hands over her firm young ass feeling her the young flesh thorough the material of her tight jeans.

He talked to her, telling her that he sure hoped the ‘meat wagon’ as he called it, would come for her today and now she would butcher up real good for those rich folks to eat and now he would get lots of money from her. He felt her trembling flesh and her fear. He told her to shut the fuck up, that she was only a girl and in these hard times it was her lot in life. Squeezing her thighs he told her that he wouldn’t mind some of her meat himself.

As Billy Joe talked he heard the brakes of a truck out front and his heart raced with high hopes. Suddenly there was a knock at the front door as Billy Joe spotted a uniformed man racing to the back of the house. Not waiting for Billy Joe to open the door for them two men entered into the room.

Daisy broke away from Billy Joe and ran to the backdoor. She headed out the door and across the backyard towards the woods. Suddenly she was tackle from behind and tossed to the ground.

Within seconds the uniformed men were on her, binding her feet together and her hands behind her back. They rolled her over and one of the men taped her mouth. The three stood looking down at her as Billy Joe approached them.

“You Billy Joe?” one of them asked him.

“Yes Sir, when the fuck do I get my money?”

“In a few days Sir.” He replied. “She is going to bring a hell of a nice price for sure.” He spoke as he felt the trembling girl’s firm ass.

He handed Billy Joe some papers. “I don’t read so well, what are these?” Billy Joe asked.

“Your receipt Sir.” He answered as one of the men tossed Daisy over this shoulder and headed toward the truck enjoying the feel of her weight on his shoulder.

Chapter 4

Time passed slowly for Daisy. She was alone, the only one in the dark truck. She was strapped to a hard plastic seat, secure by a lock. From time to time the truck would stop and in a few minutes the back door would open and another struggling young girl would be forced in the same secured position as her. The girls came in all sizes and body weight, some being skinny, some fat and but most similar to her. She counted twenty three girls plus herself before the truck was filled. She guessed it was around noon.

She rode in the dark, shaking in fear and wondering the next step, would the bastards slaughter her and the rest of them today? No, she remembered from the rumors, she would first be sold to a meat processing company. Would she be sold this afternoon; would she then be butchered?

She still felt the hands of that bastard in uniform after he secured her in the truck and now he lowered her jeans, running his hands over her as he looked over his shoulder to make sure the others didn’t see him. As he pulled her jeans back up he told her that she was beautiful and he wished he had the money to buy some of her meat, the her thighs were mouthwatering and now she was going to bring a real good price. He played with his cock as he talked to her.

Suddenly the truck stopped and started to back up; maybe to a loading dock she thought to herself.

The rear doors opened and she saw men standing on the dock staring into the truck, all of them dressed in butcher aprons. One had a camera and another had a clipboard. Three of the men were giants, all over six feet five and over three hundred pounds.

She watched in horror as the girls, one by one was untied and one of the giants tossed them over his shoulder and headed across the dock and down a darken hallway.

Soon her turn came and she felt herself being picked up with the greatest of ease by one of the large men with a long black messy beard. She felt his giant hands squeezing her thighs, harder then what was needed. She tried to scream but her taped mouth prevented it. She knew from this point she was now just meat, nothing more.

Soon they entered a well lit large room. Large cages lined both walls, each containing nude young girls the same age as she. Over the cages were neatly printed signs, one read “USDA Grade-Standard”, another USDA Grade- Select, another “USDA Grade-Choice”, another “USDA Grade Prime 0-5” and the last “USDA Grade Prime 5-10” The USDA Grade Prime 5-10” cage was empty. Two girls were in the “USDA Prime 0-5” cage.

Daisy figured that was maybe 400 girls in the cage marked “Choice”; a 150 girls in the cage marked “Select” another 150 overweight girls in the “Standard” cage.

As she stood in the line of girls, filled with fear of what was to come, one of the workers in a butcher’s apron approached her.

As with the girl’s in front of her he looked her up and down, walking around her, studying her. She felt his hand on her ass, squeezing the firm young meat thorough the material of her tight jeans, rolling the flesh in his hands as the other hand worked its way up her inner thighs pinching the flesh.

“Fucking asshole” she tied to yell thorough her taped mouth.

Slapping her on her ass he yelled out “Guys, I think we may have one!”

He grabbed her by the arms and forced her to the head of the line where five men were standing around a table.

One of them reached up and ripped the tape from her mouth.

“Fucking pig fucking bastards!” she yelled.

Quickly he removed a device from the pocket of his apron and applied it to her bare arm, pressing the trigger. Never had she felt such plain! As he continued to press down on the trigger she sank to her knees in plain.

Finally he released the trigger and grabbed her long blonde hair, sharply pulling her head back and looking into her terrified blue eyes he spoke. “For now on you do as I say girl, or you get more of this!” “Understand you fucking bitch!”

Softy she answered “Yes.”

He removed her bonds.

“Take off your blouse girl, let see what you got.”

With trembling hands she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, exposing her firm full young tits encased in a black bra.

“Now take off the bra girl!”

They all stared at wonder at her proud young full tits as she removed the bra. One of the men who appeared to be in charge approached her. He stood looking at Daisy’s firm full breasts finally reaching over and pinching her erected nipples.

“Are you my butcher?” Daisy cried.

“No sweetie, I am the meat inspector and grader.” he replied as she felt Daisy’s arms, shoulders and ribs.

One of the men approached carrying a clipboard and a pen. “I am really whenever you are Ted” the man spoke.

With that Ted grabbed Daisy’s hair to keep her head up and straight. Standing on his tip toes he looked into her eyes, instructing her to move her eyes to her left and to her right.

“No sign of recent drug use” she spoke as the man with the clipboard recorded it.

Forcing Daisy sexy full lips apart Ted probed the inside of her mouth, looking at her teeth, throat and tongue.

“No sign of disease.”

Using her thumb and forefinger the grader grasped Daisy’s skin three inches to the right of her navel. He pinched the flesh firmly but not so hard that it hurt. Slowly he removed his hand without changing the distance between his thumb and forefinger, less than a half a inch he thought; excellent!

Daisy felt her belt being unfasten and the grader’s warm hand on her thighs as her jeans were lowered over her firm young rump. Slowly Ted slips the jeans to her ankles enjoying the feel of the meat of her warm tan thighs.

One of the men stepped forward and kneeling down unlocked and removed the GPS locator tossing it a pile of other locators.

The grader grabbed the girl’s black panties, slowly working them over her perky ass and down her thighs. He felt himself get erect by the feel of the young trembling meat.

“Get on the girl table. I want you on you back.” The grader commanded.

Remembering the plain of the gun, Daisy did as ordered, lying on her back to the long table, feeling the cold stainless steel on her bare flesh.

The men stood around her looking down at her and she felt their hands on the body. All five of them were feeling her, pinching and feeling her tender firm flesh.

The grader commanded “Enough fellows, spread your legs girl, spread them wide apart, good girl.”

“Now put your arms above your head.” As Daisy obeyed she felt her hands being tied together and secured to the table.

Slowly the grader felt along Daisy’s inner thighs, pitching and squeezing the flesh.

The grader removed a pair of calipers from his apron and pinching the skin on Daisy’s upper inner thighs he formed a fold of girl fat. “.44 inches.” she called out to the man with the clipboard.

He repeated the procedure on Daisy’s right outer thigh, her right rib cage and her right arms.

Finally he placed both hands on Daisy’s right thigh just above the knee and so very slowly worked his way up; squeezing and feeling the flesh for texture. The texture of the meat indicated excellent marbling. Ted was considered a top expert judge of girl flesh in the meat industry.

Next he moved his hands back to just above the knee on either side of her thigh and rolled the tender meat between his thumb and forefinger, pinching off the girl fat which he judged to be about .4 inches. He continued slowly working up Daisy’s thigh on either side in this manner until his hands reach the top. He repeated the procedure with the front and the back of the thigh. He found the fat to be evenly distributed, indicating a nice layer of girl fat, just the right amount to melt and flavor the leaner meat during roasting.

Next he grabbed her upper inner thigh and squeezed the warm meat in his hands, finding it to be nice and tender.

Finally he spoke to the men. “She is prime grade for sure, let’s have a look at her ass and then we need to get her weight for the auction, she is going to bring a good price from one of those fancy meat processing companies.’

They forced Daisy onto her stomach. “God look at glorious young ass!” one the men spoke as the grader pinched the meat and applied the calipers

Look at the reading he spoke. “Her ass meat is really lean; she has just a small layer of girl fat on the rump, mostly nice prime well marbled meat, I would say from the feel” as he rolled the meat between his thumb and finger.

Ted had over five years of experience judging live girl flesh and was now able to judge marbling of the meat by feel alone. At first her co-workers didn’t believe it but would record his observations and then inspect the girls after they were butchered. The grader was always right. About a year ago they stopped questioning him and his signature on the grading papers carried lots of weight in the meat processing industry.

When he signed off a girl as prime meat they all knew she would butch out prime.

The auction action was based meat on his grading alone and he was always right.

Slapping Daisy on her ass and enjoying the sight for the ripple in the meat the Grader spoke.

“She is Prime Meat, about a point eight I would say” as the man with the clipboard wrote.

“Recommendation to the buyer is that they fatten her by 4 or 5 pounds just to pack some more of that juicy meat on her thighs and ass, but she is ready for the butcher now if they so choose.”

“In any case she will fatten up with little effort if they want a little more prime meat, but no more than five pounds.”

Daisy was lead over the scales where her weight (152 pounds) and height (6 feet ½ inch) was recorded.

Next they took her picture from all sides and then they tossed her alone in the cage marked: “Grade- Prime 5-10 Points.”

Chapter 5

The day worn on slowly as Daisy watched from her cage as other girls underwent the same grading procures. Finally she gave in and used the toilet in the cage. She felt hungry but knew animals were never feed just before slaughter. At least there was a water fountain in the cage and a shower with a bar of soap. Little did she know the soap was made from girls, using the fat from girls like the ones across the room in the cage marked “Grade- Standard”.

She wondered if they would come for her today. She heard stories that girls were auctioned to meat processing companies before they were slaughtered, but had no way of knowing the truth.

Finally the line of girls stopped and workers started cleaning up. She was still alone in her cell. She wondered why no others were put in with her; the cell next to her had twelve girls.

Suddenly she spotted the grader heading toward her cage. He approached and stared at her, looking her up and down. Finally he commanded her to come close to the bars and he kneed down and reached in the cage feeling her long tan legs.

“You are about the best piece of girl meat I ever graded.” He told her.

She looked at him in fear. “Are you going to kill me now?”

“No sweetie, you go to auction first thing tomorrow, the buyer is going to kill you.” He spoke as he forced her to turn around with her rump next to the bars.

“Bend at the waist!” he yelled

She did as told. Ted unfastened his pants and dropped them to his ankles. Daisy felt his hot hard cock slip into her pussy. Slowly he pumped her as he felt her thighs.

“You know girl I get worked up grading meat all day.” He told her.

“Especial when I get a prime piece like yourself to grade.” He continued.

“So girl I want you to shower after I am done here and get yourself ready for tomorrow.”

Ted was a betting man and he had “$48.95” in the pool for tomorrow. He was convinced she was going to set a new record and maybe go for nearly $50.00 a pound.

As he fucked her he imaged her butchered meat and now nicely marbled she was. He pictured her thighs, roasted to a golden brown on his table ready to eat. He could almost taste the meat as he shot his hot cum into her.

Chapter 6

Daisy finally fell into a restless sleep after the men left for the night and the light in the room was dimmed. Dreams haunted her, the same dreams she had for years where she was hanging by her heels in the kitchen and Billy Joe was sharpening his butcher knife to cut her throat, telling her now he was going to butcher her and eat her.

Suddenly she was awakening by lights coming on and workmen entering the large room. Busily they started setting up seating stands and a platform in the middle of the room. “It must be for the auction!” She thought as she watched the man who fucked her last night heading her way carrying a clipboard. He approached the cell and looked her up and down and grinning he spoke, “Well sweetie here is where the rubber meets the road, as they say, take a nice long shower for me.”

“Fuck You!” Daisy replied as Ted reached for this stun gun. Just the sight of it made her move toward the shower head to turn on the water.

“Do a good job sweetie, some men are coming back to look you over before we auction you off.” Ted told her as he tossed her a towel.

As Daisy was drying herself she watched a group of men enter the room and filling up the stands. Soon a man stood before them on the platform and started to speak.

“Welcome bidders, we have a nice selection for you today and will start off with our Grade Standard girls in lots to 20 each.” With that 20 fat young girls were forced onto the platform and the bidding started. Daisy had a hard time following the action since the man on the platform spoke so fast but she heard him say “Lot 1, Standard Grade sold to Dale Canning Company for $2.36 a pound.”

Hours passed as the auction continued and Daisy fear grew. “Fuck, I am going to be naked before all those men soon with them looking at me.

Finally all the girls from all the cells, except for the one next to hers, were sold in lots of 10 and 20 and were lead out of the room.

The man on the platform spoke. “We will take a half an hour break then we will do the Prime graded girls, we have six nice Prime on the one to five scale for you today as well as a very special Prime eight in the last cell to you left, feel free to inspect the meat before we get started.”

One of the workers approached Daisy’s cell and unlocked the door grabbing her by the arm and leading her out as another placed a three foot high stool in front of the cell. He motioned for her to get on the stool. She did as told and found her hands being tied together and raised above her head as the workman tossed the rope over the top of the cell and tied it off. He pulled tight on the rope, forcing her up.

The grader approached the cell and carefully inspected Daisy. “Tighten the rope boys some boys.” He commanded, “We want to show off that succulent thigh meat.”

He grabbed her ankles and forced her legs far apart as she was forced to her tip toes.

Running his hand slowing along her inner thigh he told them. “Just the way I want her boys, notice now the meat on her thighs stands out.”

She watched in horror as a group of bidders approached her. Soon she felt their sweaty hands rubbing, pinching and squeezing her legs, ass, and ribs; listening in horror as they discussed her body and now best to butcher her.

One of the men was most impressed by her breasts and keep playing with them and drawing the attention of the other to them. “God, look at those nipples. I could just bite them off and eat them raw.” He said as the others laughed.

“Her thighs are so delicious looking!” Another spoke as his right hand rested on her tender upper inner thigh, slowly rubbing the warm smooth flesh.

“I would butcher her thighs into roasts.” He continued. “Her flawless skin would make a great table presentation when roasted to a nice golden brown.”

After a while they returned to their seats and the auction continued. The girls in the cell next to hers were sold first, one girl at a time. She noticed that the bidding was high, as much as $21.00 a pound.

Finally they came for her and lead her to the platform. Talking into the microphone the auctioneer started.

“Last, but not least we have our finally girl of the day, an extra nice succulent young lady who is going to provide outstanding dinning pleasures for the very rich. She is certified USAD Prime Point 8. She stands at just over 6 feet and is at 152 pounds. She is ready for immediate butchering but our grader has stated that she can be fatten by up to five pounds more, if so decided. Please notice the nice shapely and meaty thighs, all prime meat with a girl fat layer of .4 or less inches.”

Daisy trembled at the sight of all those men staring at her as the auctioneer ran his hands over her body, point out the various recommended cuts meat to the bidders.

“The bidding starts at $30.00 a pound.” He shouted into the microphone.

“$30.25” one of the bidders immediately shouted back, followed by “$33.00”.

For ten minutes the biding continued, finally stopping a “$55 even.”

“Going once……………going twice…………….sold to “The Carne Mujer Restaurant of Atlanta” for fifty five dollars a pound!”

Chapter 7

Billy Joe was waked from his drunken induced sleep by the knocking on his front door. Slowly he made his way across the room and opened the door; finding a man in a delivery uniform staring at him.

“Sir, I have a letter, you need to sign for it.”

“I don’t write so good.” Billie Joe replied, “Can I make my mark?”

“Certainly sir.” He answered. He was used to such things in this part of the county.

“Can you open it and read it to me?” Billie Joe asked.

“Certainly sir” the delivery man answered doing as he was told. “It is a check sir.”

“Now much it for?” Billie asked, his pulse racing.

“Six thousand and eighty eight dollars sir” was the answer.

“Holy fuck! I am rich, Thank you, thank you.” He yelled as he reached in his overalls and gave the messenger his last three dollars.

It took Billie Joe little time to get dressed and get to the bank, cashing the check and keeping a thousand dollars, in twenties, in walking around money.

His next stop was the liquor store where he got some of the good stuff……….the best whiskey they had. He returned home and drank down a few shots. He started to feel better and realized he was hungry. Suddenly the idea came to him. He would go over to the butcher shop and get him some of that girl meat!

He entered the shop with a big smile on his face. “Howdy Sam.” He smiled at the middle age and overweight butcher.

“Hello Billy Joe, I ain’t seen you since you sold me your wife, she sure butchered up nicely for a thirty six year old. Butchered some nice steaks from her thighs I did, the meat was pretty good, sold all of it in one day except for a streak I kept for myself”

“Yeah, she was nice alright, just like her daughter.” Billy Joe answered.

“Heard the government came and got her the other day.” Sam said.

“Yes indeed they did, got me check this morning, over six thousand dollars I got for her” Billy Joe told him.

“Holy shit Billy Joe!” Sam replied.

“Well Daisy was a prime piece of meat, that’s for sure. I loved watching her walk by the shop in her cut offs, all nice and tan and fatten for butchering.” He continued with a far away look. He found himself get an erection thinking about it.

“Bet she sold to some rich folks; wish I could have gotten to butcher her.” Sam said

“The banker man tells me the check is from some fancy restaurant for rich folks in Atlanta.” Billy Joe told him.

“So what can I do for you Billy Joe?” Sam asked.

“Want of buy me some girl meat Sam, want to taste it, never had it before.”

“You are in luck, appears to be your lucky day all around.” Sam told him, “I just finished butchering the Jones girl, she was twenty” He said looking down at the meat case.

Billy Joe looked down and saw the case full or meat. One section had two rump roasts, another some good looking ribs with a nice layer of meat on them. His eyes were drawn to the section label “Thigh Steaks, $12.99 a pound.”

“What is that?” Billy Joe asked, pointing to them.

“Pretty nice steaks I butchered from her thighs, I cut them nice and thick, it is choice meat” Sam told him.

“Would be great on the grill, nice layer of fat on the meat, the fat will drip in the coals and flavor the meat, about seven to ten minutes on each side.”

“Give me one.” Billy Joe told him.

“Okay, here is a nice one I butchered from the top of her thigh, about a pound and a half.”
Sam told him.

“Okay.” Billy Joe answered.

Sam reached in the case and removed the steak that was about a two inches thick and had about an inch of fat surrounding the lean meat, and placed it on the scale.

“That will be $21.76.” he told Billy Joe.

Billy Joe gave him two twenties, told him to keep the change and headed home to his supper and his whiskey.

Waiting for the coals to get hot he drank his whiskey and smoked his cigarettes and wondered where Daisy was tonight, probably getting butchered he thought.
He wished it was her thigh meat he was eating tonight.

He reached over the table and picked the package and carefully opened it. Even in its butchered state he could tell it was girl meat. The outer skin was smooth and tan, just like the Jones girl was in real life. He pressed on the meat and found it tender to his touch. He remembered staring at her bare tan legs whenever he saw her in town. It was hard to believe he now had a nice juicy steak that was from those ever same thighs!

He soon he would know what she tasted like. He wondered how best to handle the outer layer of fat, should he trim it some. Then he recalled the words of the butcher as to the fact that the fat would flavor the meat. He observed the rest of the meat was lean and the bone in the middle. He remembered the old expression “The near the bone, the sweeter the meat.”

Soon he would know if this was true.

Finally the coals were just right and he placed the steak on the grill and put the cover on. Soon smoke started rising up from the holes on top of the cover and he could hear the sizzle of the dripping girl fat on to the hot coals.

After eight minutes he opened the cover and turned the steak, satisfied with the grill marks.

After another long eight minutes he removed the steak from the grill and placed in on his plate. He was happy to observe it was still a little bloody, indicating medium rare. Just the way he liked his meat.

Using the only steak knife he owned he trimmed the girl fat and cut himself a piece of the lean. As he slowly chewed the tender meat he marveled at the wonderful flavor, so much better than any meat he ever ate, sort of like a tender pork roast only much better. He now knew what Daisy would taste like, except Daisy was ever better!

Next he cut off a bite size piece of meat next to the bone and found it was indeed “sweeter.” The meat had a better flavor and was tenderer. He decided to save the rest of that part until last.

He ate all the steak, even the burned fat and wished he had more. Finally he knew what the Jones girl tasted like and she was delicious.

Well he had lots of money; maybe he would buy a whole girl and have her butchered just for him. He wanted to know what girl ribs were like and other cuts of meat. He bet Daisy had some nice juicy steaks on her: if only he had some. Maybe he would travel to that fancy restaurant in Atlanta that had her. He wondered if they would even let him in. He decided they would not. Maybe he needed new clothes to get in to that place. Bet you had to wear a tie even, hell he never owned a tie and wouldn’t know now to put one on even.

Chapter 8

Daisy soon found herself tied spread eagled on the floor of a van heading north. Painted on the side of the van was the name of the restaurant with an ad offering a superior dinning experience and proclaiming they serviced only Prime Graded Meat- 5 points or greater. Truckers would slow down as they pulled even with the van and stared at her thought the open windows.

Soon they were in the city and at each stop light a crowd would approach the van to see who was inside. She was able to hear them talk about her and their comments. The men mostly wishing they had a piece of her.

Finally they pulled up to the back of the restaurant and stopped. Immediately two men approached the van and opened the back door as the driver got out.

One of men, dressed in a chef’s outfit jumped into the van and leaned over Daisy, slowly running his hand along her inner thigh.

Turning to the driver he spoke “Nice buy Frank, but you sure as hell paid a lot for her.”

The man in the butcher’s apron added “She is worth it if you ask me; yes indeed she is going to be a real pleasure to butcher.”

“Let get the bitch inside before we attach a crowd.” The chef said as he slapped the side of her thigh; taking great joy in watching the meat ripple.

The butcher jumped into the van and untied her hands and ankles from the floor hold downs and retying them together. He know that most girls started freaking out at this point, knowing they were now in the hands of the person who was going to butcher them and they would be going to slaughter soon. Great care must be taken.

He dragged her to the edge of the van’s floor and jumped down. Next he tossed her over this shoulder. “My, she is a big girl, now tall”? He asked the driver.

“Around 6 feet and 152 pounds.” was the answer.

“Nice.” The butcher replied.

As they entered the kitchen area, Daisy could smell the rich aroma of roasting meat, the meat that was being prepared for tonight’s dinner crowd.

He tossed her on an empty butcher block work table and turned to the chef.

“When do I get to “do” her?” he asked, hoping the answer would be “Now.”

The chef walked over to her and started his examination, untying her ankles to better feel her long legs. Finally he spoke. “She is ready now, but I want to fatten her for about a week, it will add some nice meat to her, I think her thighs could safely carry a few more juicy pounds don’t you?”

“I suppose.” Answered the butcher with disappoint in his voice.

“Let’s get the bitch into the fattening cage.” He added.

As Daisy was being carried out into the next room she spotted a roast coming out of one of the large ovens. The roast, the full rump of a girl with about 6 inches of thigh still attached, was a golden brown. “Soon I will be in one of those ovens” she realized in horror.

Chapter 9

The time passed slowly for Daisy as she did exactly what was commanded of her, eating all the food they gave her. She knew she had little choice.

From time to time she would see the butcher come to one of the other cells and take a girl out, forcing her thorough the door into the next room. Sometimes the girls would kick and scream; sometimes they would put up a fight, other times they would just go. She knew the butcher shop must be behind the door because she saw cuts of meat being wheeled out to the kitchen from time to time. Soon after wards she could smell the rich aroma of the roasting meat. She knew the butcher shop was one side and the ovens on the other. She fully understood her fate.

Strangely each day she found herself finding a certain amount of pleasure when the chef came by for her daily weighting and the measuring of her right thigh. He always measured just above her knee, at mid thigh and at the top, where her long legs joined her body. She was sort of enjoying the attention he gave her, but at the same time she trembled in fear of the big ugly butcher who licked his lips whenever he passed her cell.

Overcoming her fear one day she asked the chef one day what he thought of her.

The chef answer was very surprising to her. He told her that she had the best meat on her that he ever saw. As he ran his hand along her thigh he told her that her meat on that part of her body was the best, and from a texture, tenderness and appearance viewpoint her thighs were perfect. He told her that he could hardy wait to until she was properly fatten, slaughter and aged for his kitchen.

“What do you mean, aged?” she asked.

“All our meat is aged for fourteen days in our walk-in locker before we butcher them up and cook them.” He told her.

“Will get hurt when………………….you know?” she asked weakly

“It seems like it does from the way the girls behave, but it doesn’t take long.” He honestly told her.

“Oh……………” she replied wishing her had lied to her.

“We have a very good butcher you know, and he does love his job.”

“Anyway girl” he continued as he kept rubbing her thighs, “You are about ready for him; you have fatten up nicely, all the added meat went evenly to your thighs as I hoped it would.”

“If you want some advice, it is better not to put up a fight when he comes for you. Just go along with it, it will be easier on you.” He said as he winked at her.

Chapter 10

Early the next morning the chef appeared and unlocked the cell, commanding Daisy to step out for her daily weight-in. “One hundred fifty six pounds; all prime meat” he said to his helper as he held her tight, “Go get the butcher, tell his she is ready.”

Daisy heart started racing as she struggled to get free. She was able to knee him in his harden cock. “The bastard is getting a sexual thrill out of this!” she thought as he let her go and bend over in plain.

She ran toward the kitchen, hoping it led to the outside. She could hear the chef yell “Stop the bitch!”

As she entered the kitchen area the janitor who was mopping dropped his mop and tackled her to the wet and soapy floor. Daisy landed on the stomach with the smiling janitor on top of her.

Immediately the butcher and the chef appeared, looking down at them. “Good catch Frank.” the butcher said to the smiling janitor. With droll dripping down his mouth he answered “Thank you sir.” Old frank wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer but he was sure enjoying the feel of the warm young flesh.

“Want a reward Frank? Want to fuck her Frank?” the chef asked and turning to the butcher he said “Want to have a little fun with her?”

“Sure, why not” the butcher replied.

Frank smiled and moved his head up and down as drool continued to run down his chin.

“Get up and go back to the shop and undress Frank when you get there” he said as he removed a piece of rope from his pocket using it to tie Daisy’s hands behind her back.

The two men picked her up and carried her back the well equipped shop, finding Frank standing there completely nude.

The chef sure hoped they didn’t get caught because the owner did not approve of them playing with the meat.

They both stared in amazement at Frank. “Boy, you sure got a cock on you!” the chef said as he glanced down at Frank’s hard penis standing straight out in front of him.

“Lay on your back on this table boy” he commanded. Frank obeyed, climbing on to the stainless steel table that was specially designed to catch blood flow while butchering meat.

Together the two men lifted Daisy on to the table forcing her on top of Frank as one of them grabbed Frank’s cock and forced Daisy on it.

“Okay Frank, help us here, grab her ass and move her up and down, fuck her real good!” the butcher commanded.

Happily Frank did as he was told.

“Keep pumping her Frank, ride her hard!” The butcher commanded as he signaled the Chef to grab Daisy’s hair and pull back her head.

The butcher reached in this belt and removed a small sharp knife, placing it on Daisy’s throat. Carefully he cut into her neck, not too deep, just enough to start a steady flow to blood down her neck and on her breasts. The blood flowed down her breasts and dripped off the nipples onto Frank. She started to scream until the butcher quickly taped her mouth shut.

The chef placed his mouth up to Daisy’s ear and whispered “I told you want to resist sweetie, now you are going to have a hard time of it.”

Daisy could feel the hot hands of Frank squeezing her ass, the flow of her warm blood down her neck and the big cock driving hard into her.

With wide eyes she looked over at the chef and the butcher. They both smiled and ran their tongue over their lips.

She started to feel weak and suddenly she felt hot cum shot into her. It seemed like it would never stop. After resting for a few minutes the janitor got his second wind and started fucking her again, more slowly this time, enjoying the moment. He reached up and ran his finger along her breast, dipping it in the blood. Daisy watched and horror as he licked the blood off his finger. The Chef laughed at the sight, as the butcher stood sharpening his butcher knife.

The men waited until the janitor was came again and then they lifted Daisy off him, placing a strap on each ankle which they tied to ropes attached to pulleys mounted in the ceiling. With one of them working each rope they pulled, lifting the girl into the air with her long legs stretched far apart. The three of stood around the girl, inspecting her.

Finally the butcher turned to the chef and asked “Now do you want her butchered?”

Running his hands over her thighs he answered “I will decide after her is aged, but I know I want both of her thighs butchered in roasts.”

The butcher spoke “Okay” as he swiftly ran his knife down the center of Daisy’s flat stomach as she tied to scream in the horror of what was happening to her.

Slowly she finally passed out for the lost of blood as the butcher continued gutting her.

Soon they had Daisy gutted, beheaded, scolded and scrapped to remove her body hair and ready for the meat locker.

“She is sure a fine looking piece of meat.” The butcher said, “She be will ready to butcher in about ten days.” squeezing the warm firm young ass.

Chapter 11

The chef was seated at his desk drinking coffee and planning the dinner menu when he decided to feature roasted meat. Looking at the inventory list he was pleased to find out that that tall prime piece they had so much fun with a few days ago was now properly aged for butchering.

He rushed back to the shop to find Alex, the butcher. Together they entered the walk in meat locker. The chef never got tried of going in and looking that all the young girls, hung up by their heels, slowing aging for his oven.

Alex located Daisy and was amazed at how sexy the caress looked hanging with her long legs spread far apart. Together they lowered her, feeling the firm cold meat and carried her into the butcher shop, placing her on her stomach on the butcher block table.

Alex turned to the chef and asked “How do you want her?”

‘Well, for tonight’s dinner I only need two nice thigh roasts, why don’t you give me a two complete roasts.” As he placed his right index finger on the meat where the thigh joined the torso he drew an imaginary line along the tender meat. “Cut her here and again just above the knee, both legs, it will make for two nice roasts.”

Alex picked up his butcher knife and sliced into the right thigh, working the knife down to the bone. Picking up his bone saw he quickly cut through the bone, and then finished cutting off the long shapely leg with his knife.

Moving the leg to the edge of the table the two men carefully inspected the end cut.

“Perfect!” said the Chef.

“She has just the right amount of fat for roasting and the lean is marbled nicely, she is going to be a perfect roast, nice and tender and she will cook nicely in her own juices.” He continued.

Next Alex sliced though young meat just about he knee and separated the thigh from the rest of the leg.

“Bone in?’ he asked

“Of course, for the roasting, adds flavor to the meat, not that she needs it.” The Chef relied.

Alex repeated the operation on the other leg.

“Now what?” he asked.

“That is all I need of her for today, put the rest of her back in the walk-in for now.” The Chef replied.

Together they carried the two roasts to the kitchen area where the chef place each of them into separate roasting pans.

He left for his coffee and smokes, allowing time for the meat to reach room temperature.
After a couple of hours he returned and turned on the oven, preheating it to 375°F.
With a sharp knife he made several small incisions around both roasts, placing a sliver of garlic into each incision.
Next he picked out a bottle of olive oil and spread all around the two roasts then sprinkled them with salt and pepper.
He picked up the roasts, one at a time and placed each roast onto a rack then back into the pan, knowing the arrangement would catch the girl juices. He decided he would turn the meat ¼ turn each half hour so that nice layer of girl fat would melt and soak into the lean meat, making for a nice juicy roast. He love working with girl fat, somehow it was better than pork or beef fat.
He placed the meat into the oven and let it get a nice golden brown. After turning the meat he lowered the heat to 225°F.

Checking the oven in about a half an hour he observed the meat starting to drip its juices. Carefully he turned the meat and inserted a thermometer into one the roasts and using a wooden spoon he braised the meat with the drippings.
The rich aroma of the young girls roasting thighs filled the kitchen, causing him to get hungry, but he knew the meat was for the customers and not him.
He waited for the meat thermometer to reach 135 degrees.

Chapter 12
The four men had lots to celebrate having closed the big oil deal. They were amazed to get nearly $1200 a barrel for the million barrels that they paid $900 for just two weeks ago. The fact that the world was running out of oil was not a bad thing for them.
Earlier in the day, after finalizing the deal, they made for their favor topless dance place; spending money like it was water.
They sat and drank their beer as they stared at the dark hair young lady table dancing for them, between stuffing five dollar bills into her G-string.
“How old are you girl?’ one of them asked
“Nineteen” she smiled at them.
“You sure are a pretty thing.” Hal told her as he ran his hand along her thigh.
Hal turned to one of his partners and whispered in his ear “Just think we will be dining of something like that soon, our reservations are for 7:30.”

His partner turned to the girl and looked at her in a whole new light, watching not so much her body as a whole but rather at her thighs, thinking of what nice juicy steaks she had. He loved steaks.

Hal excused himself and left the backroom. He walked over the owner/bartender and struck up conservation with him.

“Sure is a pretty girl dancing for us, what her name?”
“Lori, sir.” He replied.
“Lori, nice name, is she married?” Hal asked
“No Sir, she has no family.” The bartender told him.
“Oh…………..Is she available for stage parties?” he said as his excitement grew.
“Oh, yes, we charge $500.00.”
“What if I hire her but she doesn’t come back?’ Hal asked
“What you mean?”
“I get to keep her to do as I want with her, in other words, you sell her to me.” Hal told him looking him in the eye.
“I can’t do that! She is my best girl.”
“Would …………………………say $15,000 change you mind?” Hal asked him.
“No.” was the reply, “What do you want her for?”
“I want to take her to a friend and have him butcher her for me for my table.” Hal told him frankly.
“What about the law?”
“You know that no one gives a fuck about this these days.” Hal told him
“What if I gave you $25,000?” Hal continued.
Slowly the bartender thought, finally saying weakly “Okay, when do you want her?”
“Next Friday night.” He told him, while writing down his address on a slip of paper.
Returning to the back room he found his partners alone.
“Where is the girl?”
“Taking a break, she will be back soon.” One of them told him.
He happily told them the deal he just completed with the owner.
“Wow!! Holy shit, we get to eat her!” one of them smiled.
The men sat waiting for her to return. After what seemed like hours she finally made her appearance, wearing a long dress.
She climbed onto the stool and started dancing for them while unzipping her dress, offering them a view of her firm full tits.
Slowly she worked her dress to her ankle and kicked it off revealing her long legs.
“You are glorious girl.” Hal told her as he stoked her calf. “How much you weight?”
“128 pounds.” She replied.
The men continued drinking beer, stuffing more bills in her G-string and thinking about the meat they would soon have.
Hal slowly ran his right hand along her warm inner thigh, thinking about the steaks he would soon have to feast on.
“You have a nice rump roast on you.” One of the men told her as she blushed.
“Guess you didn’t get picked in the lottery?” he continued.
“No, thank goodness.” She answered.
“Too bad, you are sure a prime looking piece of meat.” He told her watching her blush even more.

“Yes Sir, a nice juicy looking piece of girl flesh.” He said as he squeezed her firm ass.
After a while Hal looked at his watch and stated it was time to go to the restaurant. Standing up he slapped Lori on her butt, stuffed another five dollar bill in her G-String and said. “Be seeing you later sweetie, we hired you for a stage party.”
The men all stood up and headed for the front door.

Chapter 13
The Chef opened the oven and read the meat thermometer.
“137 degrees, perfect.” He thought as he reached up and turned off the oven. Carefully he removed the two golden brown roasts from the pans and set them on the work table, waiting for the meat to cool some.
He placed his nose near one of the roast and inhaled the wonderful aroma. Of all aromas he loved the one of freshly roasted girl meat the best.
While the meat was cooling he poured the girl juices from the bottom of the pans into a large servicing bowl.
Next he carefully turned one if the thighs over and ran his knife into the tender meat, watching the juices flow from the cut. With extra care not to disfigure the young meat he removed the bone, replacing it with mushrooms and pita cheese.
It was the dish for which he was famous, her called it stuffed thigh of girl on the menu.
He repeated the operation with the other roast, except this time he torn off a small piece of the meat that was near the bone.
He found it to be very tender and slowly he chewed, enjoying the succulent flavor of the meat.
Slowly he inspected the roasted meat, it was just a little pink the middle and nice and lean, yet tender. It was hard for him not to eat more.
He assembled the two roasts and placed them on a marble craving board. After expertly arranging the thighs there was little doubt to the observer they were the thighs of a long legged young girl, roasted to a nice golden brown. They were ready to serve.
Chapter 14
Hal and his partners entered the restaurant a few minutes early and were pleased to have their table waiting for them.
As they sat down the waiter handed each a menu and welcomed them.
“Tonight we have a special treat, if you are so inclined.” He told them, using a very high class French accent.”
“We have obtained a very fine young lady, USDA Prime Meat. As with all our meat, she has been aged for ten days.” He said.
“Our chef has prepared some excellent stuff roasted thighs for tonight.” “She is offered at $850 dollars a plate.”
“May I present a portfolio of photos of her just before she was slaughter, it you would like to review them?”

The men anxious passed around the album of Daisy’s photos, pictures taken from all angles and many of them close up.
“Wow, what a wonderful young girl, nice and meaty, she looks succulent as hell.” Hal told him, adding “I will have that.

“Me too” added his partners.
“Very good sirs, I will bring your soup of the day if you want, a nice delicate girl meat soup, “Santa Fe Surprise” we call it, make from the lesser cuts of meat” The waiter told them. “I will carve the meat for you at the table.”
“Would you like some wine and maybe some nice sliced tongue, served cold?”
“Sure we will have both and bring your finest wine that you thing would go with her.” Hal told him, caring little about the price or the wine.
Hal took some time to look around the crowded room watching the waiters bringing cuts of roasted and grilled meat dishes to the well dressed diners, mostly men, but a few women who were decked out in diamonds and furs.
All the dishes looked so delicious to him. He enjoyed that fact that much of the meat was craved at the table by the waiters. He even saw on cart with a whole roasted girl on it and the customers were picking their cuts of meat from her.
The waiter set down a platter of sliced cold meat and the Hal found to be very nice with a nice texture, must be the sliced tongue he decided, wishing he had more.
Finally the soup came and the men found it to be very tasty with bite size pieces of meat in a spicy broth.
As they were finishing the soup and drinking the wine the wait appeared pushing a cart with two freshly roasted thighs along with a silver fork, a silver knife and a caving board.
“She smells delicious!” Hal told him, “Can I have the end cut?”
“Certainly” the waiter told him, as he pushed the fork into the meat. The four men watched the freshly cooked juicy flow down the side the roast.
The waiter sliced in the meat, cutting off an inch thick steak for Hal.
“She slices nicely, she is nice tender meat!” He said as he completed the task and placed the meat on Hal plate.
Hal looked down at the succulent steak, finding it a nice light pink in the middle and with little fat on it.
Not waiting for the others he cut off a bite size piece, he figured it was part of her inner thigh, the part that looked so juicy in the photo. Ever so slowly so very he chewed the tender meat, taking in the delicious flavor, with his eyes closed picturing her in his mind.
“Delicious!” he declared, “Best meat I ever ate!” as he anxiously cut another piece.
The four men all ate in silent, occasionally drinking the wine and enjoying the tender young flesh of Daisy.
“I wonder if our stripper friend is going to be this good next weekend?” Hal asked them.
The End