Posted by Sawney Beane on March 04, 2007 at 23:08:14:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #100
FINAL INSPECTION
by Sawney Beane
25 October 2003
1,304 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 discussion of snuff and consensual gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For my 100th story, I wanted to write a very special episode. However, I couldn't think of what would be appropriate, so this is just another interesting image. It is based on a Dolcett drawing called DOL_INSP.
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Kathy kept her head submissively bowed during the final inspection. Her arms were already bound securely behind her back, and her shoulder-length blonde hair had been tied into a tight ponytail. Her firm young body had been scrubbed to an appetizing shine. This was it, the culmination of her twenty-three years of life. She was about to become dinner for the young couple sitting in front of her.
She knew she would be a great meal. There was no question about that. She had been obsessive throughout her life about maintaining her body and keeping it lean and blemish-free. Her long sexy legs, trim belly, perfect medium-sized breasts, and cute face were all powerful recommendations that ensured she would not remain on the menu for very long. Now she stood nude, shaved, and quietly submissive for the inspection.
The couple seemed nice enough to her, but it really was not her place to judge her purchasers. The man was a powerfully built blonde with rocky features. He kept a firm possessive hand on the shoulder of his female companion as he used the index finger of his other hand to prod Kathy's doomed vagina. It was his right, of course, to touch whatever part of his meal pleased him, and Kathy's wetness showed that she rather enjoyed this attention.
The woman looked a little bit more apprehensive. She was a couple of years older than Kathy, but, aside from her brown hair, she had the same general look as Kathy did. She was dressed in a bikini top and sarong bottom and held a wine glass daintily while her man examined Kathy.
It was natural that this woman should feel a little bit nervous at a meal such as this. A woman in her position can't help but have disturbing thoughts about her own neck on the chopping block. The similarity is all too worrisome, and, with a vicious cannibal companion, one never knows when she will find herself on the other end of the fork.
The executioner was waiting for Kathy. He stood twenty feet behind her, but she could sense his ominous presence. He wore a mask and tight leotard pants and carried an almost cartoonishly large axe in both hands. The bloody chopping block was just behind him. Kathy knew her neck would soon be there waiting for him to strike.
The executioner's mask did not conceal the fact that he was really Al, the good-natured attendant of the restaurant's female dormitory. All of the girls liked Al because he had a good sense of humour and treated them with kindness and respect. They all liked him, although they knew he would be the one to exorcize the lives from their edible young bodies. But for now, the executioner waited with a satisfied smile on his face. He apparently didn't see any contradiction in his companionship with the women in his charge and his role in their conversion into culinary delicacies.
The man began stoking her delicious belly with a smile of approval and began a conversation with his future meal. "What is your name?"
Kathy replied as she had been instructed. "This body has no identity; its only purposes is to grace your table and please your palate."
He grinned, having heard this line before, "I know that, piglet, but I want to know who you were before you became my dinner."
This was unusual, but Kathy replied. "I was called Kathy Cooper."
"Good, Kathy, so why are you here?"
"I am here to please you." It was another stock reply.
"No, Kathy, why did you sell your body to the restaurant?"
Kathy momentarily broke her submissive demeanour to glance up at his face in surprise. This was the ultimate act of rudeness. Customers at the restaurant were never supposed to ask an entree why she had enlisted. Kathy hesitated a long time before replying. "I was meant to be consumed and enjoyed."
Her new owner smiled broadly. "Don't worry about that, Kathy, you will certainly be enjoyed." He then called across the room to the executioner. "This one's OK, let her have it." Then back to the doomed girl, "Thanks, Kathy, they really know how to prepare a girl in this restaurant; you'll be spectacular."
The executioner had wordlessly stepped behind Kathy and was directing her towards the chopping block. Kathy did not hesitate. She walked slowly but deliberately across the room until she was a few feet from the chopping block. Then she carefully dropped to her knees beside the large round chunk of wood.
She stared nervously for a brief moment at the block before Al tied a blindfold snugly around her pretty eyes, and the world went dark. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and bent her body forward over the block. Her delicate neck was placed squarely in the centre of the block. She was comfortable and relaxed. Not much else for her to do from now on. Her dreams were about to be fulfilled.
The executioner brushed her ponytail away from her neck and touched the sharp blade of the axe to her pale skin. Only a few moments of life left in her. She inhaled sharply and waited for the final blow to fall.
The blade did not fall immediately. After what seemed a few seconds too long, Kathy heard the axe clatter to the floor near her, and Al was jerking her body off the block. He pulled her to the floor, and moments later she felt him thrusting himself into her excited vagina. Apparently Al had been so overcome by desire for her nubile young body that he couldn't resist one final roll on the floor with her.
Kathy's initial reaction was to feel irritated by this unnecessary delay in her journey to the oven, but before long she began to feel the familiar pleasantness wash over her mind. It was a little bit uncomfortable with her arms tied behind her, but she soon forgot to notice.
The customers didn't seem too put out by the delay. From the sounds of female passion Kathy could hear from across the room it appeared that her customer had taken the opportunity to mount his companion right on the inspection couch.
After several minutes, Al rolled off of her and lay panting behind her. Kathy knew that she would not be getting back to her chopping block anytime soon. She sighed with deep frustration. It was a shame it had to be all make believe. She was the only one who secretly wanted to do this for real.
Al, her lovable bear of a husband, regarded the game as a kinky sexual fantasy and engaged in it only because it made their sex much more enjoyable. Kathy's blindfold had slipped partially off of her face, and she could see her older sister Kelly and her brother in law Rick finishing their intercourse. Kathy wished at least she could get Kelly to play meat with her, perhaps as a double entree, but Kelly found the whole idea disturbing and participated only reluctantly as it was.
But Rick was different. He was now looking over at her with a wolfish grin, and Kathy knew that he knew she wanted it for real. Would he be willing to take her all the way? Perhaps they would run away together someday and allow her to fulfil her destiny and desire. Would he do it? She had a feeling that someday he just might.
But for now, sooner or later someone would untie her arms, and the foursome would get dressed and go upstairs and roast a rack of ribs on the grill for their real dinner. Dinner would inevitably make Kathy feel jealous. She would wish that the ribs could have been from her own body.