Pt 5

Obviously the killing and butchering of eleven little girls takes some time, especially to be done properly, and few among the clubs membership had the patience, or indeed the stomach to watch the whole procedure. Of course most parents would stay long enough to watch at least their own daughter dispatched and there were those who, out of curiosity, respect for the girls or other reasons of their own, would choose to stay and watch the butchering from start to finish. Etiquette had been established through tradition that all the attendees would stay to witness the first butchering, after which they were free to wander off to get more drinks or return to any of the other games or activities of the day until the meal was ready.

Of course this year was a little different – as well as the more than usually high number of piglets on the menu, there was also a very succulent looking long-pig to be spit-roasted and nobody wanted to miss that show! After a quick discussion about practicalities as much as anything else, the organisers decided that the coals for the roasting pit would be lit immediately, followed by the traditional First Slaughter. Once the chosen little girl was reduced to easily-cooked cuts of meat, then Jenna would be mounted on the spit and placed over the coals to begin her live-cooking while the rest of the piglets were prepared.

This was explained quietly to Jenna herself and she heartily agreed, not wanting to waste any time before, as she put it, getting her cute little ass over the coals, but understanding the importance of tradition as well as the practical need to give the charcoal time to reach its optimum heat.

Since there was, in truth, hardly any paint on her, it did not take Beth long to have Polly cleaned, rinsed off and ready for butchering. The girls tasked with cleaning up the two young sisters who had condemned Mackenzie for her rudeness, however, faced a far greater challenge as the girls seemed to have gone out of their way to get shot as many times as possible and were practically coated head to toe, the paint three or even four layers deep in places! In the end, however, even they were scrubbed clean, leaving their pink little bodies gleaming in the late-afternoon sun and looking very delicious indeed. Most of the prey, like Amy, had only one or two sizeable patches of paint on their bodies so, by the time the cheeky sisters were clean, all the other piglets were stood waiting, naked and scrubbed, for what awaited them next.

The judge and his various assistants instructed the piglets to mount the scaffold – a raised platform with a wooden beam above, running the length of the platform. Along the front of the platform were metal rings through which a rope could be threaded. First, each girl’s wrists were tied together with a long piece of rope that was then thrown over the upper beam so that they piglets could be hoisted off the ground. Despite the discomfort, most of the soon-to-be meat girls found this quite entertaining and giggled as they kicked their feet and swung around until their ankles were also tied and the rope looped through the metal ring below them, stretching out their delicious young bodies and pulling even the chubbiest of bellies taught.

The Butcher, a large man who was actually a butcher by trade but used to dealing with more conventional livestock, relishing the treat of being able to slaughter and butcher such luxury meat, walked along the line of mostly-giggling girls to make his selection as to who would be the First Slaughter. Even those who had been crying earlier were now more relaxed, having found the washing a fun experience and having been reminded how happy they were going to make everyone with their delicious meat. Some girls, however, were starting to frown and pout, finding hanging by their arms uncomfortable and feeling their limbs starting to go to sleep without being able to wiggle enough to prevent it.

“You look like a fine specimen!” He stopped by Mackenzie who couldn’t help feeling a little proud despite her annoyance at ending up on the menu when she had managed to avoid getting shot. She had, after all, worked hard on her body and it was nice to have her effort recognised. The Butcher studied her more closely, pinching her round, pink nipple until she squealed then patting her thighs, rump and arms to feel for meatiness. “Yup!” He grinned at her. “You’ll do!” Mackenzie actually felt happy – she may not have survived the hunt but at least she was going to be centre of attention! The crowd cheered as the Butcher waved to them to signal that he had made his selection. While the other girls may have been a little disappointed not to be picked for the honour of First Slaughter, they were all looking forward to seeing Mackenzie’s end.

A large table was brought forward by two strong men and set in front of the platform. On one end were a selection of knives and cleavers and a bucket hanging from a hook beneath. At the other end was a slightly raised metal rack. A short pole with a very sharp-looking spike on the end was driven into the ground just in front of the table. While all this was being done, Jenna couldn’t help but notice from her position still tied to the end-pole of the scaffold that the coals in the barbecue pit were also being lit. She saw the spit itself propped up against one of the mounts and felt a cold chill of excitement knowing it would soon be pushed through her tight teenaged body.

Selecting a long, thin knife, the Butcher retuned to Mackenzie once more, the knife in one hand and the metal bucket in the other. He set the bucket down on the floor and with his free hand felt the seven year old’s belly once more then ran his hand lower and slipped a finger into her moist opening. The audience laughed and cheered as he stimulated the surprised child to orgasm over the course of only twenty or thirty seconds. The Butcher had been doing this for many years and knew his trade well.

While she was still in the throws of her ecstasy, the Butcher felt the back of Mackenzie’s neck and counted the vertebrae just about her shoulders until he found the gap he was looking for. With practised skill, he pressed the tip of the knife into the indentation then gave the end of the handle a sharp smack with his other hand, driving it in, severing the girl’s spinal cord and rendering her paralysed from the neck down. Her body visibly slumped against the ropes as she went limp, unable to move but still able to feel a fair amount of what was done to her body. Mackenzie could not help but sob and cry out as the knife was then driven into her toned belly, just below the breast bone, and pulled downwards, slitting her to just above her groin.

Whistling contentedly as if this were simply a normal day at work, the Butcher began to heave out the little girls intestines and other viscera, dumping them into the bucket at his feet. Using the knife once more, he reached inside her warm body cavity and made a number of deft cuts, releasing the ends of the various innards that still clung to her and leaving her emptied out. Setting the bucket and knife aside he then selected a different knife, cutting first the rope that held her up, leaving her gutted, paralysed but still very conscious body to flop over his shoulder, then the rope which had pulled her tight via her feet.

The Butcher laid the hollow and sobbing little girl on the table, arms stretched out over her head, and selected one of the larger cleavers. His first chop severed her left food around half way down the shin, ignoring her screams of pain as he then repeated the process with her right foot. He then walked to the other end of the table and severed her delicate little hands, removing both with a single chop.

Now that her arms were no longer encumbered by the ropes, the Butcher moved the arms of the screaming child down to her sides, leaving better access to her neck. There were cheers and whoops from the audience as he brought the cleaver down once more, beheading the delicious little piglet and ending her suffering, and even louder cheers when he help up the severed head like a trophy before ramming it onto the spike. A few minutes and some deft cleaver-work later, Mackenzie’s athletic young body had been reduced to a pile of chops and steaks, piled up on the rack and ready for the grill.

It was his normal method to slit the throat of a meat-girl before commencing the gutting and that is what he would do with the remaining ten piglets, but the Butcher knew the audience expected a little more from the First Slaughter – that it was as much about putting on a good show as preparing the meat. From the way the audience were reacting, they had certainly not been disappointed this year!

“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” the Judge who also had general hosting duties announced as the Butcher’s now very bloody table was moved to the side and wiped down, ready for him to process the remaining piglets, “it is time for the second highlight of the day!” A small frame was wheeled into position and the spit carried into the middle of the performance space. Jenna grinned and felt a shiver of excitement once more! This was it – her big moment had arrived!

The two women who had been checking the piglets for paint were the ones to untie Jenna and lead the naked teen to the frame where she was secured once more, this time with Velcro straps that left her standing facing the frame, sideways on to the audience, with her feet shoulder-width apart and her arms above her head in much the same formation.

“Ready?” One of the women asked. Jenna nodded excitedly, not trusting herself to speak. “I’ll try to lower it gently, but do try to move with it. If you make it pull you, it might be quite uncomfortable and you may even tear a muscle and we wouldn’t want to do anything to spoil your meat, would we?” She smiled warmly at Jenna who took a deep breath. The ladies released a couple of catches that allowed the top of the frame to be lowered forward so that Jenna now stood bent in the middle, her small but nicely-formed young breasts pointing towards the ground and her shapely rump sticking out behind her, providing a perfect target for the spit!

Once the meat-girl was locked into position, the other woman took the spit and fed the sharp tip gently at first into Jenna’s vagina which was slick and welcoming, wet with anticipation. At first there was no resistance until the tip reached her cervix. Now the woman had to push a little harder. Jenna winced but did not cry out from the pain as she felt the cruel spike force its way inside her, pushing aside what it could and ripping through the rest as it made its way further and further through her abdomen. Her insides felt as if they were on fire!

The first woman knelt down in front of her, cupped her face both for comfort and to correctly position her head.

“That’s it.” She spoke soothingly, giving a comforting, motherly smile as she did so. “Nearly there. Not long to go now.” She peered inside Jenna’s open mouth and saw the tip of the spit emerge, erupting from the back of her throat. She moved aside slightly to avoid the inevitable splash of blood that Jenna coughed up then signalled to her colleague that the spit was through. She took a cloth and wiped the blood and other fluids from the six inches or so of metal that protruded from the pretty teen’s mouth then took hold of it and began to pull, stopping only when it extended roughly as far out in front of the girl as it did behind.

Now the other end of the frame was adjusted, raising Jenna’s shapely, athletic legs parallel with the spit. Pairs of steel cuffs were slipped on either end and, once the Velcro restraints had been removed, the young girl’s wrists and ankles were secured to the spit, ready for mounting. Jenna had got her wish and, in a little over an hour’s time, the audience would get theirs!