Posted by Sawney Beane on June 28, 2007 at 22:19:56:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #107
SEPARATION ANXIETY
by Sawney Beane
4 January 2004
3,437 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains snuff and consensual gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A philosophical study in Cartesian Dualism.
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It was an odd feeling knowing that my body no longer belonged to me. It had not felt very strange a week earlier when my best friend Jenny and I had sold our bodies at the restaurant. That day it hadn't yet sunk in. It really began to feel strange while I was waiting for them to come and get me.
Ironically, at that moment of realizing what it meant to not own my own body, I felt more connected to my body than I had during the entire twenty years I had owned it. I felt the cold steel of the counter I was laying on through the sensitive skin of my back and legs, and I felt the slight breeze in the oddly clinical preparation room. It felt like I was waiting there forever, wondering what was being done to my dear friend Jenny and what would soon be done to me-or at least what would be done to my body.
Jenny and I had sold our bodies together as the final act of our inseparable friendship. Jenny and I had been friends since we were very small girls. I felt a little bit guilty in the end because it was really my idea. I was the one who'd had the intense fantasies every time I saw the sign of the local cannibal restaurant. The couple of time I had been fortunate enough to dine in this establishment had driven me crazy with desire. I could think of nothing else. Jenny didn't really share my erotic connection with this place, but she wasn't about to let me go it alone. She was a really great friend.
We were both good looking, so we'd been able to obtain good prices for our bodies. We had gone home that evening and given our parents the checks and made our final goodbyes in the twenty-four hours the restaurant allowed us before we had to turn over possession of our bodies.
My parents were, of course, a bit upset and cried a lot, but they had always promised to support me in anything I chose to do, and they were true to their word. I have been very lucky to have such a great family. Jenny's night had not gone nearly so well. Her parents had screamed at her nearly the entire evening and promised to march down to the restaurant and demand that they sell her body back to her. They made her departure very unpleasant, but there really wasn't anything they could do. Jenny showed up the next morning looking tired and haggard. I really felt guilty then.
The next week was mostly boring. We were given some training on what we were to do, but there really wasn't all that much to it. We were required to do anything and everything we were asked to do until we were finally released from our obligations. This release would come when our bodies were harvested for someone's dinner. We were guaranteed release within one year of purchase, but in actuality, we spent only a week living in our comfortable room at the restaurant before our bodies were called to the downstairs kitchens.
We had wanted to go together, and we could have made that a condition of our sale, but any sort of limitations placed on the use of a body drastically reduces its selling price. So we had not chosen to do this. The restaurant people were very kind, however, and said that, although they could not promise anything, they had little doubt that they would be able to sell us together to a large banquet. We kept our fingers crossed, and the news was good. We were called down at the same time.
After spending a good long time together in the cleaning rooms being scrubbed inside and out, Jenny and I had reported in nothing but sandals and our sparkling skins to a room with counters all around the walls and a stainless steel counter in the centre. A man with a clipboard had come in and asked that one of us follow him into the preparation room. He let us choose who would go first.
Jenny wanted to go because she was afraid that she would freak out if she had to endure the terrifying anticipation of what was about to happen to her. I was willing to experience more of the thrill I had sought for so long, so I had no objection to her going first. We said our tearful goodbyes, and she followed the man out of the room while I waited on my back on the steel table understanding the true meaning of not owning my own body.
My thoughts were swimming when I was finally brought back to the present moment by the arrival of a handsome man in a white coat like a doctor's. He was accompanied by two female assistants. They we both good looking with short hair and white gowns similar to the man's. Both women were attractive enough to be entrees, but they were in their early thirties and looked a little older than most of the meat here.
The man carried a clipboard and consulted it to find my name. "Miss...um...Bailey?"
I nodded my head quickly.
"I'm Dr. Harrison; you can call me Stan," he said, extending his hand for me to shake. "May I call you Kelli, dear?"
"Sure," I replied as I sat up on the edge of the counter and shook his warm hand eagerly. He had a friendly nature that made me like him immediately.
But Dr. Harrison also had that oddly impersonal attitude towards restaurant property that most of the employees here did. No sooner had he introduced himself than he was running a hand up my soft thigh and fondling my moderately-sized but firm breasts like they were already on someone's dinner plate. He nodded absently to himself as he inspected the body he would prepare that day.
After his cursory inspection he returned to the conversation as if nothing had happened. "This is a very high quality body, Kelli," he said, "It's no wonder you spent only a week on our menu!"
I smiled shyly. "Thank you, Dr." I replied. I was not put off by his behaviour, but it was making me feel hot inside and the redness in by chest and neck was beginning to show.
"So, my dear, do you understand what we're going to do today?"
"No, no one has told me what we're going to do."
"Yes, well, we'll get down to the details shortly, but you understand the overall result?"
"Yes, I will be released from my body, and my body will become someone's dinner."
Dr. Harrison smiled. "Yes, dear, exactly. Are you feeling all right about that?"
"Yes."
"Excellent," he replied with a friendly smile. "Some girls get a little bit nervous when they really understand what's going to happen to them."
"Not me; I'm ready."
"Good, good. Let's get you into the first stage preparation room right away then. Amy and Lilly will show you the way."
I never figured out which of the women was which, but Amy and Lilly helped me down off the counter and led me through a door into another room that looked almost exactly the same as the room we'd come from. The only differences I noticed as they helped me up onto this room's steel counter and removed my sandals were that this room contained an assortment of tools on the counters around the edge of the room.
One of the women, Amy or Lilly, picked up a syringe and injected something into my right wrist. I felt my hand start to go numb almost immediately.
"The first thing we have to do, Kelli dear," said Dr. Harrison in a tone more suggestive of baking a cake than of maiming a young girl, "is to remove your hands and feet."
I was surprised. "My hands and feet?"
"Yes, dear, it won't hurt a bit."
"But why?"
"Well, partly because when we roast your body, the fingers and toes will tend to be cooked too quickly and will burn and partly because...um...your hands and feet make you look a little too...um...human."
"But surely people come here just because the meat is human?" I was holding my numb right hand in front of my face and staring at my doomed fingers in disbelief, wondering what it would be like to be without my hands and feet.
"Yes, dear, of course that is true. It is difficult to explain, but people want to eat human meat without it looking too much like their girlfriends and daughters. We find that the hands a feet can be just a little bit disconcerting to some of our patrons."
I had never been fortunate enough to join a feast on a whole roasted girl. The few tastes I'd had were steaks that looked very little like a person. So who was I to argue? "But what will you do with them?"
Dr. Harrison was standing beside me with a vicious looking knife. I just stared at him as he began slicing into the flesh of my wrist while he answered my question. "Oh, don't worry, dear, they won't be wasted by any means. They'll make fantastic appetizers."
"Don't they look human as appetizers?"
"Well, people seem better able to take them when they're not attached. Sorry I can't explain. As appetizers, they'll be much sought after." He was holding my severed hand while his two assistants were cauterising my wrist with a small laser tool. He carried the hand over to the wall and placed it in a pile I had not noticed before. There next to my hand were two other hands and two feet. They had been my friend Jenny's, no doubt. I stared at this assemblage with an amazing assortment of feelings. The arousal of it all seemed to be winning, and I felt myself catching fire once again.
I was staring in disbelief at the exposed bones sticking out the end of my wrist as one of the women was approaching my left wrist with another syringe. I jerked my hand away at the last minute. "Oh, Stan, could I keep that one for a little bit longer!"
Dr. Harrison smiled his friendly and somewhat knowing smile. "Yes, no problem, dear." He directed the assistant to inject my right ankle instead.
I watched the surreal spectacle down the length of my body as my friendly executioner sliced the flesh around first my right ankle and then my left to remove both of my pretty feet. As he was working, I almost involuntarily slid my remaining hand between my meaty thighs and slid several of my remaining fingers into the moist slit. I couldn't believe how much this turned me on. I felt my mind explode repeatedly as my beautiful body was permanently disfigured.
I was partially broken out of my reverie as Dr. Harrison said, "So sorry to do this to you, dear, but we're going to have to have that one now." I didn't object as he took my left arm and injected the anaesthetic into my wrist. The fingers weren't really necessary to keep me going now, so it didn't make much difference.
When he had severed my hand, he held it up to his face and sniffed the juices covering the fingers. "Someone is going to get a bonus with these ladyfingers," he said with a chuckle as he placed the hand in the growing pile of girl parts. Now there were a complete set of four hands and four feet.
I suddenly remembered my friend. "Stan, is Jenny dead yet?"
Dr. Harrison rubbed his chin thoughtfully and looked at his watch. "Well, it's hard to tell. She's only about twenty minutes ahead of you, so she should still be alive, but they'll be taking her head off any minute now."
There was a lot of information in that statement for me to digest. The part that hit me hardest was the realization that in just about twenty more minutes, I would be beheaded and my body would finally be separated from my mind. My life would end in just twenty minutes! There was no small part of terror in this realization, but oddly as usual it also turned me on.
"Now, dear, if you'll just sit up, we need to take off your breasts next."
Seeing the puzzled look on my face as I swing my legs over to sit on the edge of the steel table, he said, "Same story, they'll burn, they look too human, and they make great appetizers."
I smiled sweetly and looked down at my breasts. I was really very fond of them and hated to see them go, but I hoped that they would be enjoyed. Dr. Harrison waited for the nurse to inject each of my breasts and then placed a large razor-sharp knife flat against my ribs. One quick upward thrust and he was holding my severed right breast in his hand. I didn't feel a thing. One of the assistants took custody of my breast, and he was almost instantly slicing off the other one. The other assistant took that one away, and I felt my mind explode. Oh, how had Jenny taken this! To me it was amazing and fantastic, but to her it must have been terrifying torture. I really felt guilty then.
Amy and Lilly loaded my maimed body onto a metal cart and wheeled me out of the room into another preparation room. This room was again much the same, but there was a long glass window on one side and even more equipment around. Dr. Harrison walked over to the window, looked in, and murmured his approval. I knew Jenny was in there.
"I want to see her!" I almost shouted.
Dr. Harrison looked at me thoughtfully before answering. "Yes, certainly, no harm in it," he said, "She'll cook up nicely he added."
The assistants wheeled my cart over to the window and I gasped as I saw the contents of the large oven. My best friend's headless body was there, just beginning to roast. Her pale skin was already starting to darken erotically. She was impaled on a steel spit that emerged from her severed neck at one end and from her arse at the other. Her legs were trussed up over her belly, her knees pulled up to where her chin should be and her thighs pressed tightly against where her breasts should be. Her handless arms were wrapped around her calves. Little paper hats adorned her ankles and wrists.
Jenny rotated slowly over the inferno. A large phallic carrot was stuffed in her vagina, and a spike digging into her neck kept her rotating with the spit. I noticed that Jenny took up only half of the spit, and a long empty steel rod extended from her rump to the far end of the oven.
"I'm going to be there with her?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes, dear, you'll share a spit."
My body felt weak, and my mind exploded as I imagined that. I could see myself there-she and I, our rumps touching, roasting together on the spit. I was so happy that Jenny and I would meet our end together. What a meal we would be!
But I thought of a problem. "But Stan, Jenny's already roasting!"
"Yes, why?"
"Well, we're about the same size. If you roast us together, won't she get done first?"
Dr. Harrison smiled. He liked my practical understanding of his job. "Yes, that's true dear, but different people like their meat done differently. Jenny's going to be well-done, and you'll be medium rare."
I smiled at that thought. And the assistants were already wheeling me over to the counter. I wondered how much of my twenty minutes had elapsed. Most of it I thought.
"OK, Kelli, dear, you're in the home stretch now. We've a lot more to do with your body, but you need not concern yourself with that."
"Please tell me," I asked politely.
"Oh, certainly. Well, first we need to take off your head. That will be the end of your responsibilities. After that, we just slice open your belly and pull out all of your insides."
"What do you do with that?"
"More appetizers mostly. We try to use all of you. There's a recipe for just about every part of your body."
I smiled, happy that none of me would be wasted. "Go on."
"Well, then we stuff you full of our house stuffing, sew you back up, and truss up your arms and legs and put on the paper hats and the carrot. Then we have to get Jenny out of the oven and slide you onto the spit with her, give you both a good coating of our special barbecue sauce and pop you back in the oven."
I was almost moaning with delight over the images this produced in my doomed mind.
"Then we just wait four hours, basting periodically, then we serve you up, and everyone's happy."
"Thank you."
"So, is there anything else before we take your head off?"
"No, thank you, Stan."
"Great, just lie down right here." He arranged me on my belly on the steel table and placed a thick wooden block under my throat. Then he brushed my long blonde hair away from my doomed neck and pulled out a huge meat cleaver.
Just before he delivered the final blow, I had another question. "Stan, where is Jenny's head?"
Dr. Harrison looked thoughtful again and had one of his assistants bring Jenny's head out for me to see. She held it by the dark hair close to the scalp. Jenny's brown eyes were wide open and staring with an expression of surprise. Her mouth was open in a shocked gasp. Still, she looked beautiful and strangely serene. I hoped my face would look that good when I was gone.
"What will you do with our heads?"
"Oh, they'll be displayed at the banquet this evening. They'll make wonderful table decorations. After that, some of the leaders of the banquet will come back and have them cooked up for another feast. The face and neck don't have a lot of meat on them, but they are some of the tenderest morsels in the body, and the brains if cooked just right can be a safe and succulent delicacy."
I was happy to hear this. "Stan, who bought us?" I was suddenly curious.
"Um...let's see," he said as he put down the cleaver and picked up his clipboard. "Well, looks like it is the annual board meeting for WellCom corporation. That's a health insurance company. It should be quite a memorable feast."
"How many people will there be?"
"Probably fifty or so I would think."
"Will we be enough?"
"Oh, yes, you'll be perfect. But there won't be many leftovers I can assure you."
I was swept away thinking about the banquet. I imagined Jenny and me on the platter together on the table. Our bodies would be consumed with relish by the gathered executives. Men and women in business suits would devour our helpless roasted bodies and comment on how wonderful we tasted. Everyone would be happy that day, especially me.
"OK, thanks, Stan, I'm ready now."
"You're quite a dish, Kelli, it's an honour to have met you, and a pleasure to serve you."
I smiled as he raised the cleaver to finally release my mind from my body. I didn't have any particular religious beliefs, so I expected that when my mind was evicted from my body, that would pretty much be the end of my mind. So this was the big moment. Lights out, goodbye, no more Kelli. I hoped Jenny had felt as good at the end as I did, but I doubted it. She was probably afraid of the final separation. I thought about how this separation would bring about our ultimate togetherness, our bodies mixed together in the bellies of those fifty satiated executives. I felt the fire inside me more intense than ever now, just as it was about to be extinguished forever. My head was spinning and my mind was doing somersaults.
Just then, the cleaver whizzed through the air and sliced through my slender neck in one decisive blow. My head separated from my body, and my life and mind leaked out of the bleeding wound. Goodbye Kelli, hello nothingness, thank you.