Posted by Sawney Beane on July 15, 2007 at 22:17:33:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #116
THE SUM OF HER PARTS
by Sawney Beane
14 - 15 September 2004
2,065 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 implied semiconsensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Another one of those that just springs from a goofy thought. This one is completely silly, but it amuses me.
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Henry was good at what he did. Being a butcher, especially one who specialized in young women, was not an easy job, but years of practice and a certain natural talent gave his work that extra special quality. And he had come to enjoy his work as well.
On this day, Henry was just laying out the last of six women in his display case with a relieved sigh. Removing the arms and legs from six squealing women was no small task, but a sharp cleaver, lots of painkillers, and Henry's workmanlike dedication made it go quickly. The girls did struggle a bit, of course, but once they were sufficiently doped up, they did acquiesce fairly easily to their fate, especially as they'd each had a couple of weeks to get used to their destiny.
Henry stood and looked with proud satisfaction down the line of five nude limbless girls laid neatly side-by-side in the refrigerated display case. Each was beautiful, no doubt, but this was hardly any surprise. Most girls came out of the processing plant as steaks, and the unlucky ones came out as hamburger. Only the most attractive came out alive. Those were delivered to the markets, and butchers like Henry made sure they each of them went to a good home.
He'd pruned six girls this day, but only five remained in the case. The first, an attractive brunette named Amanda, had been seen by Mrs. Plummer through the one-way glass of the waiting room and her torso had been carted away before Henry had been able to get it into the display case.
But the remaining five were a delicious sight to see. On the right was a deeply tanned brunette named Sarina. She kept her eyes closed most of the time and seemed bored and impatient. To the left of her was a pretty Asian beauty named Anna with olive complexion, long shiny black hair, and a charming smile, which she occasionally showed, despite her predicament. In the middle was Jackie, a redhead with large meaty breasts and alabaster skin. Second from the left was Melanie, another brunette with a lean belly and a pretty face. Probably she was shy normally, but here embarrassed to be nothing more than meat on display nude in a case, she looked particularly nervous and uncomfortable. Finally there was Zoe. Zoe was in a class by herself.
Most of the girls, to some extent, did a little bit of suggestive selling from the meat case. Most of them were eager to be selected, but for the majority of them, it was not so much that they relished the idea of being someone's dinner. It was more that, once the removal of their arms and legs had forced them to accept the fact that they were henceforth destined to be nothing more than meat, it was better to end the humiliating ordeal of the display case sooner rather than later, even though that meant a quicker trip to the oven. They were all going there soon enough, so they might as well get it over with.
But every so often, a girl was brought in who seemed to be different. Some girls really seemed eager about the whole thing. Zoe, a beauty with neatly cropped blonde hair, a shapely toned body with moderately-sized by perfectly shaped breasts, and an infective smile, was clearly excited to be here. It was almost as if she found some sexual thrill in the thought of becoming a girl meat feast.
The moment her shoulder blades and rump had touched the crushed ice bed on which she would spend the afternoon and into which her body heat would melt a form-fitting cradle for her torso, she had emitted a satisfied sigh completely unlike the yelps of discomfort the other girls had offered under similar circumstances. Zoe was a choice morsel, and having her around was going to be a pleasure, but there was no doubt she would go quickly.
Zoe had been in the case for less than half an hour with her less eager colleagues when Mrs. Weaver arrived at the store. Mrs. Weaver needed to prepare a feast for her entire clan, and, as she always did when in need of prime girl meat, she came to see Henry.
Henry greeted one of his best customers warmly, "Mrs. Weaver, you're looking spry today?"
Mrs. Weaver grinned sheepishly, childishly pleased at the compliment, "Thank you, Henry, you always were a nice boy."
"What can we do for you today, Mrs. Weaver," asked Henry, gesturing suggestively towards the lined up torsos of five choice girls in his display case. As if on cue, the five roasters began to make unverified claims about their own good taste and culinary suitability. Zoe's self-adulations were most emphatic of all.
Mrs. Weaver glanced at the girls with a small frown and then glanced through the one-way glass at the empty waiting room. "Henry, haven't you got any whole roasters left? My whole family is coming, and I need a lot of girl meat."
Henry frowned embarrassedly. "Sorry, ma'am, but I just got done pruning all of 'em. I have a shipment of ten new ones coming in tomorrow noon, and we really don't sell that many intact; it's too much meat for most people. The torso roasters are very popular."
"Yes, Henry, but I have to have a whole one, and my guests are coming for lunch, so I have to get her started this evening!"
Henry was nonplussed, his proactive efforts now turning into a disaster. "Some of these torso roasters are the finest meat I've seen in months!"
Mrs. Weaver gave the five endearingly grinning girls a cursory glance, her eyes lingering longest on the more genuinely smiling Zoe and her flushed chest. "They look good, I'm sure, Henry," she muttered, her eyes resting squarely on Zoe's shapely hips, belly, and shoulders, "but I really need a whole one!"
Henry thought desperately for a solution. Finally he developed one. "Mrs. Weaver, the arms and legs are in the case over there, perhaps you could just buy two legs, two arms, and a torso?"
Mrs. Weaver thought about this critically for a moment before conceding the point. "Perhaps that would be best given the alternatives." She paused a moment. "This is going to sound a bit strange, but I would feel better if we could get all the arms and legs from the same girl."
Henry sighed, realising the work this entailed, but smiled agreeably. "Certainly, Mrs. Weaver, which girl would you like?"
Mrs. Weaver gave each of the five alternatives a good examination before predictably returning to Zoe's end of the case. "This one I think looks very nice. If you can find the rest of her, I'll have her."
Henry walked over to the case full of legs and looked them over. Some of the legs we easy to match with owners, the dusky gams of Serina and the pale thighs of Jackie bieng easy to place. But the others were a bit of a challenge. Anna's shorter olive limbs were tentatively identifiable, but the remaining five legs were surprisingly interchangeable. Henry returned to Zoe and asked her to describe her missing. She was unable to offer a clear description beyond long, slender, smooth skinned, and athletic, so in frustration, Henry brought the whole lot of legs back and began to pile them next to their former owners.
Henry found himself holding up the questionable ones and saying things like "OK, who had the butterfly tattoo on the right ankle?" Melanie shyly claimed that one. "And who had a scar just about the left knee?" This one was indeed Zoe's. When all was said and done, each girl had two legs except for Jackie who was missing the right one and Anna who lacked a left. There were two other long slender legs left over, which presumably had belonged to the dearly departed Amanda.
Henry turned his attention to the arms, walking through the same laborious process under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Weaver. "Right, who's left arm had some freckles on the left wrist?" Sarina's. When all of the arms had been distributed, Zoe and Anna had a full complement, Melanie, Jackie, and Sarina each were short one, and there was one presumably Amanda-ish limb remaining. Henry hoped against hope that Mrs. Weaver wouldn't ask him to go the next step.
"Henry, you took the hands and feet off!"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Henry, "We sell those as separate specialty meats."
"Could you find this one's for me?"
"Yes, ma'am," sighed Henry, trudging toward the foot basket.
He distributed the severed feet as he had the legs, finding that the girls had some difficulty identifying their own toes, as the angles they were asked to examine them from varied significantly from what they were used to. At one point Sarina had claimed three feet and was scolded indignantly by Jackie who at that point didn't have a foot to stand on, "Sarina, you've got two left feet!" In the end, Sarina, Zoe, and Anna received two feet, Melanie and Jackie each received one, and there were two left over from Amanda.
Henry longed for release as he retrieved the contents of the hand basket. This distribution proved somewhat easier as the women had seen their hands more clearly over the years. In short order, Sarina, Melanie, and Jackie received both of their hands back, while Zoe was left with only a right, and Anna failed to recover any. Amanda's left remained in the basket.
Zoe gasped in dismay at the realization that she was not whole and complete. She feared that Mrs. Weaver would pass her over. She put on her most charming smile and pleading eyes.
Mrs. Weaver gazed thoughtfully at each pile of girl parts, considering the pros and cons of each one. Sarina was the second most complete specimen, short only by an arm, but she also seemed the least interested in selling herself. She lay sullenly amongst her severed limbs indifferently.
Anna was a pretty specimen, and she smiled a sweet but slightly forced smile. But she was small to begin with, and the missing leg and hands made her insufficient.
Jackie, although a large woman to begin with, was also out of the question since she lacked both a leg and an arm, not to mention a foot. She knew she was out of the running and lay complacently amongst her remaining parts.
Melanie cringed uncomfortably under Mrs. Weaver's gaze. She had a very natural beauty and would cook up nicely, but her missing arm and foot was a slight deterrent.
Then there was Zoe. She looked so eager she would burst, her excited torso hopping around so much Henry feared it would leap out of the case. She had all of her arms and legs, as well as her feet. She was deficient only by one hand, and it was a real shame about that. Mrs. Weaver was torn and continued to stare at the girls in question.
"Well, Mrs. Weaver, what do you think?" asked Henry eagerly.
"They're all very nice, this one in particular," she replied pointing at Zoe. "But it bothers me that you lost her hand."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weaver, but these things go pretty quickly once we put them out."
"Yes, what to do?" she said to herself.
At this point Melanie spoke up meekly, "Ma'am, Zoe can have one of my hands if she wants it. I don't need it."
Henry looked at the girl thoughtfully and picked up her right hand. It was not a bad match for Zoe's left one. It would probably pass, especially after being slow roasted. He looked expectantly at Mrs. Weaver.
The latter sighed laboriously, "I guess that will have to do. Wrap her up, I'll take her."
Zoe giggled giddily and rolled her limbless body over enough to kiss Melanie gratefully on her blushing cheek. Henry collected her and boxed her up for Mrs. Weaver to take home.
After Mrs. Weaver and her new pet had departed the store, Henry began replacing all of the limbs and digits in the proper bins. The remaining four girls resumed their listless courting of potential customers to rescue them from their helplessness, and Henry knew he would remember this day for a long time.