Pt 6

It took a little over half an hour for the Butcher to finish off the rest of the piglets, by which time Jenna was well on her way to being done. As each girl was butchered and parted out, ready to cook, volunteers would collect the meat on a tray and take it over to the grills near the spit where others would take turns supervising the cooking.

With so many piglets to slaughter, in order to keep the few who stuck around to watch and to break the monotony for himself, the Butcher decided to be a little more creative, breaking his usual routine of simply cutting every throat and gutting them while they bled out. A near-by tree-stump provided a handy chopping block and, when he felt he could trust a girl not to struggle or try to run away, he would cut her down alive and behead her with the largest cleaver. He could not deny that beheading a live girl was far more satisfying than removing the head of a dead one! There was something about the way they willingly knelt down and stretched out their delicate young necks for his blade that he found very appealing!

The young twins asked to approach the block together and their obvious enthusiasm caused the Butcher to grant their wish. After all, they had been shot more times than the rest of the piglets put together so it was clear that they desired nothing more than to end up on the grill! The delightful, chubby little girls had walked hand in hand to the by then extremely bloody stump, both still giggling every bit as much as they had during the hunt! In fact, both were still giggling as their heads came off, leaving their cute little faces fixed in an expression of delight and mirth that was so charming that the Butcher decided to display them next to Mackenzie’s rather than throwing them into the barrel with the others for disposal, along with the inedible offal.

There was only one spike, of course, but two of the buckets the soapy water had been in were quickly repurposed and, turned upside down, provided nice little display plinths. Of course when the celebrations were over, the three heads would be disposed of just like the others but for now it was nice to see them and enjoy the happy expressions of the delicious little meat-girls.

Polly was the last to be slaughtered and she too opted for the block. Having seen her selfless act to save Beth earlier, however, the Butcher decided she deserved a little special treatment and, as she knelt demurely in front of the block, he used his highly skilled fingers as he had with Mackenzie to give the brave little girl her first and last orgasm, bringing down the cleaver and severing her head at the moment of climax so she died feeling the happiest she had ever felt.

Everyone tucked in heartily to the piglet meat, once the hunters had taken first pickings as was their right, but everyone made sure to leave room for a slice or two of the spit-roast teen! Just over an hour after she was mounted on the spit, the first of Jenna’s meat was ready to carve. Once again, her fellow hunters were served first, starting with Beth who thought the slice of golden-brown rump meat handed to her in a burger bun was the most delicious meat she had ever tasted!

By the time the many families who had celebrated the day together made their way home that evening, they were already starting to look forward to next year!

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