Chapter Five: Paying for Mistakes

Jennifer stared stupidly at her little sister as she sat, naked, on the bed. “Abby why are you here?” she asked but this was a dumb question, the only reason a girl arrived here naked was because their number had come up.

“Well you haven't been home since you told us you were a Butcher,” she said aloofly, “Nice belt by the way.” Jennifer looked down at her waist, the only item of clothing she was permitted to wear was a belt that held a knife, some rope and hand gel as well as an electric taser for complicated Meat Girls who tried to escape.

Abby got her attention again. “Anyway sis, my tag went red a week ago.” Jennifer snapped back to the situation at hand.

“Oh honey are you okay?” Jennifer moved to sit beside her naked kid sister. “I know you've always been a little sensitive to this whole Meat Girl thing.”

“I'm fine with it,” Abby assured her worried older sister, “But only if you're the one who kills me.”

Jennifer had an inkling that was why she was here. Final goodbyes weren't allowed in Processing Centres, even if someone in your family worked there, as it tended to cause second guesses and disruptions. Jennifer couldn't help wrapping her arms around Abby though, pulling the fourteen-year-old into a warm hug.

“I'd be honoured to send you off,” Jennifer said happily, “I'll do anything you want, any kind of scenario you can think of, I won't judge!” Abby sat with her hands on her lap now, looking nervously down at them. Jennifer smiled wickedly. “Do you have an idea already?”

“I-I want to be r-roasted alive, I've even donated myself to the Centre so you could enjoy my meat,” she slowly admitted, “Back when mum was cooking, the smells and the sight of her beautiful body turning a crispy brown,” she licked her lips at the tantalising thought, “It got me so horny, I came into your room that night wanting to fuck but I...I never worked up the courage.”

“Dirty girl,” Jennifer teased, “Wanting to fuck you sister.”

“Technically you weren't my sister at that point,” she corrected her, “Just an animal.”

“And here I was thinking you hated it when I called myself that.”

Abby slapped Jennifer on the arm. “Okay I get it I'm a hypocrite,” she said loudly, “But seriously, can you do it like this?”

“Of course, a spit roaster is one of the most basic tools we have,” she gave her sister a serious look now, “It can take you a while to die over the coals Abby, are you sure?”

“If I smell myself cooking that would be so hot,” Abby rubbed her thighs together, clearly getting aroused, “I also want you to have my cunt steak, for being such a good big sister.” Jennifer smiled at the offer and nodded, graciously accepting it. Jennifer left Abby alone to go find a spit. As Abby's Butcher, Jennifer would be in charge of making sure she was cooked.

That involved spitting her obviously but also making sure she kept turning on the electric rotisserie to cook evenly as well as basting her. There would be an audience of course, the cooking would be done by the pool so that every lady present, Meat included, could enjoy this meal seeing as Abby would be cooked on site over the usual slaughter and export of the carcass.

Within the hour an electronic spit was brought out. Jennifer was to return to Abby's cell and make sure she was ready to proceed. “I'm ready,” Abby said bravely, standing up from the bed and looking at her sister with confidence.

“Not so fast Meat,” Jennifer approached Abby, her beautiful little sister who meant everything to her as she was growing up, was now a Meat Girl. Without warning, she placed her hands between her sister's legs and fingered her already shaven pussy. Abby went a deep shade of red, her full lips parting as a small moan escaped her.

Jennifer leaned in, kissing her softly and using her free hand to stroke her beautiful, meaty backside. Abby moaned into Jennifer's open mouth as her clit was twisted by her sister. They parted and Jennifer smiled at Abby. “I'm going to tenderise you first,” she told her, “Lie down Meat.”

Abby shivered with excitement, knowing that she had no right to refuse seeing as she wasn't human any more. “When that spit goes in your cunt I'm going to be working your sweet pussy with my hand,” Jennifer told her, “You're going to cum as many times as I can make you before you finally die.”

“Th-thanks sis,” Abby gasped as Jennifer climbed on top of her, “I love you so much!”

Jennifer kissed her again, long and passionately. “I love you too Abby,” Jennifer kissed her again, this time pushing her fingers deep into her sister's sopping wet cunt. Abby would have screamed aloud if not for Jennifer's kissing.

She wasn't gentle to her sister either. As her hymen broke and her virginity was taken, blood began to soak her two fingers, but she didn't stop as this was nothing compared to how much blood she would get covered in with other girls. Abby had her first orgasm, one of the many more she would experience on the spit.

Jennifer began to grow restless however, Abby was nothing but Meat in hands now and her Butchers mindset played up. She couldn't wait to snuff her little sister now. Before she could stop herself Jennifer grabbed the long knife on her belt, drew it and run the sharp edge along Abby's little throat. Blood spurted from the wound, soaking Jennifer's front and a bloodthirsty smile spread over her lips.

Then the sudden realisation hit her. She had just killed Abby.

Abby lay naked on the bed as blood gushed from the open would, coughing and gasping. Jennifer stared down in shock at what she had done, she had dishonoured her own flesh and blood by taking her life this way. Her training kicked in and she started to frig her sister off again, desperate for her to feel one last orgasm before she died.

“Abby,” she gasped, “Abby I'm so sorry!”

Despite her shock and horror, a smile slowly crept up her lips. Though she couldn't speak she mouthed something, Jennifer felt hot tears run down her cheeks when she realised what she was trying to say.

“I love you.”

Abby came, it was the wettest and stickiest orgasm she had ever had. The little girl raised a blood stained hand and stroked down Jennifer's cheek before her body finally went limp...Abby was dead...

*

Jennifer walked into the crowded courtyard carrying Abby's body in her arms. The Supervisor was present and a look of shock spread over his face. “Jennifer, what have you done?” he said softly after walking up to her, “Did you slaughter this Meat against her last wishes?”

Jennifer nodded and lay Abby's body on the preparation table where she would have rammed the metal spit into her cunt then put her over the coals. Jennifer wiped tears from her eyes, succeeding only in getting blood on her face. Getting her teeth, she unfastened her belt and grabbed her tag, yanking it off her nipple.

Pain shot through her body though she didn't even flinch. “Take me instead,” she said, her voice shaky, “I offer my meat in place of my charges.”

“Jennifer your a trainee Butcher, this happens to everyone,” she was assured, “I've killed more than a few by accident during their tenderising, it happens.”

“She was my sister,” Jennifer then admitted and gasps rang through the crowd of Meat and employees, “I disgraced my own sister so now I'm going to make amends by going on the spit in her place.” Jennifer eyed her butchers tag. The pin was stained with blood and a bit of flesh from her torn nipple clung to it. She closed her eyes and threw it to the floor.

The Supervisor looked at the sobbing woman, a sympathetic look on his face. He approached Jennifer and held her in his arms, stroking her long hair gently. “As you wish Meat Girl,” he simply said then turned to his staff, “I want her sister's body on another spit, we'll eat her as planned along with Jennifer.”

He clapped his hands and looked back at Jennifer who was still crying. “You're doing a noble thing,” he assured her, “You're a fine Butcher Jennifer and I'm sad to see you go.” Jennifer watched as Abby's body was impaled by the spit. The other end came out through the gash in her neck so it was decided that she would have to be beheaded.

Abby's smile hadn't left her pretty face. It was a look far more pleasant than the pained look she often got from dead Meat Girls. Jennifer was allowed to hold the head as it was separated and when she held it in her hands, now cut from the body, she couldn't help planting one last kiss on Abby's smiling lips.

Jennifer was quickly hosed down and dried. Once the table was clean she was told to get on it where she knelt before leaning forward, ready to be impaled. “Any last words?” the Supervisor offered.

“If you spoil my meat or burn either one of us then I'll come back and fucking haunt this place,” Jennifer said, earning amused laughs from the audience. Her hands were unbound so when she felt the cold metal of the spit on her shaven pussy she couldn't help moving a hand between her legs and grabbing her clit.

The audience watched as the Meat Girl began to frig herself off as she was impaled. It felt wonderful at first as the spit filled her moist cunt and Jennifer managed to orgasm twice before it pierced through her womb. The pain was severe, near blinding, but the spit would stop any blood from leaking out.

Jennifer began to twist and pull her clit harder and harder, soon enough the pain only added to the pleasure. She could feel the eyes of every human and animal on her, watching as she tried to orgasm while having a spit rammed into her cunt. It was humiliating but intoxicating, she was an animal and animals did whatever the fuck they wanted.

Soon enough she felt the spit reach her throat and breathing became hard but manageable. She opened her mouth, looking down as the sharp, bloodied end of it poked out. Claps resounded as the spit came out perfectly, a testament to the skill of the Butcher in charge. Next a stabiliser was slid up the length of it which was basically a large inflatable butt plug designed to allow the whole body to rotate, not just the spit, once inserted into the meats anus.

Jennifer felt a hard slap on her exposed bottom, she tried to see who it was but the metal rod in her body prevented any movement save for her limbs. It was a strange feeling, being unable to even bend over or turn around.

“That's 'A' quality meat for you,” said a female voice, “Nice meaty rump and her tits look delicious,” the hand on her butt began to squeeze and rub her fleshy globes.

“But that cunt,” the woman had now bent down beside her. A soft warm feeling rode up the side of her wide open pussy and Jennifer began to masturbate again. “She's going to be so fucking tasty.”

“Look she's going again,” laughed a man in the crowd, “Dirty beast.”

“Should we tie her hands?” offered the female but was told no.

“We'll tie them when she's done, she was our friend after all.”

Jennifer's heart skipped a beat. She would soon be dead and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The spit impaling her was the only thing keeping her alive, ironically enough, and the second someone removed it she would most likely bleed out. Suddenly she felt her feet being manhandled so that a Butcher could bind them with rope.

“Can't have her feet dragging in the coals,” he explained, “Burnt foot is disgusting.”

“You like feet?” asked another Butcher, “I always feed it to my dogs.”

“No way, de-boned and de-nailed toes taste great with veggies on skewers!”

“I'd much rather have a tit,” said another new voice, “They don't look too fatty either, damn near perfect.”

Jennifer blushed, being talked about the way they were talking about her was making her hornier. She managed yet another orgasm as their dehumanizing grading of her cuts continued. Eventually she was lifted from the table, a beautiful and very much naked female Butcher looked into her eyes and smiled.

“Still with us Jen?” she said playfully, “How're you feeling hun?” Jen managed a happy, near gleeful smile. “You look so beautiful on the spit dear, I think that's how I'd like to have gone if I was still valid.”

Jennifer was lowered onto the electric rotisserie that would turn her over the hot coals. The heat was intense already even though she hadn't been fully lowered yet. Finally, Jennifer was in place and ready to start cooking. The female who helped carry her kissed her on the head. “Thank you for this meal sweetie, you're doing a brave and noble thing.” Jennifer choked out a sound of agreement, succeeding only in dribbling which the woman wiped away with a cheerful giggle.

With a final slap on her ass she started spinning. It wasn't fast enough to make her dizzy and the butt plug insured that her whole body did indeed turn. The full feeling in her butt and pussy caused her to masturbate to orgasm once more before she started to feel weak from the heat. As the first layer if baste was spread over Jennifer's body, her arms finally went limp though they were caught before hitting the coals.

For a brief moment she stopped turning so that they could tie her arms safely behind her back, the rope binding her hands was attached to the one on her feet. Half an hour passed and Jennifer started to feel sleepy and the pain was gone, replaced by a warm feeling. Though her vision was blurry, she noticed that the woman who had carried her was staring into her eyes the entire time.

Her voice echoed, barely audible, but she heard her say. “Smell the air honey,” Jennifer sniffed and, to her surprise, a lovely meaty smell filled her nostrils. It was her meat she could smell, combined with the aromatic baste.

“I...I bet I...will taste amazing...” Jennifer's final thought caused her to smile one last time before the shine her eyes went out. She was dead.

The meat was served, well basted and crispy and when it was cut, fatty juices leaked out. The meat was cooked perfectly. As a last show of respect, the heads of Jennifer and Abbey were laid beside their cooked bodies, facing one another across the buffet table.

Both heads had smiles on their faces...