Here is the final part of the story! A lot more sexual than my usual fare so if that's not your thing, maybe better avoided, but with that caveat in mind, enjoy! :-D

Pt 6

While his friend slumped back onto the bloody straw, his young daughter’s head still clutched in his lap, Sam quickly got to work on her body. First, he used the axe to remove her hands and feet then hoisted the carcass over his shoulder and took it to the rack from which several meat-hooks dangled. He took two of the razor-sharp hooks and wedged them through the muscle of Sophie’s calves, leaving her cute little body hanging upside down as the blood drained out.

Seeing her friend like this was almost too much for Becca. Despite the soreness of her tender young pussy, she shoved her fingers in as deep as they would go, moaning and gasping as she watched her father take a long knife and slit Sophie’s belly from groin to breast-bone and heave out her guts, intestines and organs, dumping them into a plastic bin to be sorted through later. Wondering if she might explode from the intense arousal before it was her turn, she worked her fingers feverishly, climaxing at the exact moment her dad made the first chop with a large cleaver, right between the lips of Sophie’s tender young vulva. Six more chops had split the carcass in two, straight down the middle of the spine, and Sam pushed the two halves apart so he could hose down the insides.

Clearly he was as aroused by what he had just done as Becca was and Sam turned to his young daughter with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes and an erection more insistant than he had ever experienced before!

“Sorry,” he told Keith who had set Sophie’s severed, cum-filled head on the work-bench and was now admiring her expertly gutted and cleaned carcass, “not going to be playing the axe game with this one!”

To Becca’s shock but also delight, Sam grabbed her by her hair and dragged her, still frantically fingering herself, to the chopping block where, with a quick nudge of his foot to the pressure points, he forced her to her knees then pulled her hands behind her back, holding her wrists together with one of his much larger hands while he roughly entered her from behind. Although this was not was she had been expecting, Becca felt as if she was already in Heaven as the pain, pleasure, fear and excitement all merged into a single, overwhelming sensation. Her Daddy really was treating her like nothing more than meat or a toy for his pleasure and she loved every second of it!

Even Melissa could not help but be turned on as she watched her handsome Daddy use her little sister like a worthless fuck-toy. In fact, she was very close to tearing off her own dressing gown and night shirt and having her wicked way with Keith who, from the looks of things, had already recovered from Sophie’s epic final blow-job and was ready to go again but she retained enough of her common sense to realise that things were unlikely to end well for a naked girl in a slaughterhouse when emotions and passions were already running so high! Instead she watched Keith masturbate furiously as the sight of Sam picking up the gutting knife and drawing it across Becca’s throat. He scarlet life-blood sprayed forth from the wound as she experienced her final orgasm is a crescendo of sensory over-load which made every last nerve-ending feel as if it were on fire. Releasing her wrists, Sam took hold of Becca’s hair once more and pulled her head backwards as he continued to cut through her neck all the way back to her spine. With one final cut and a twist, her head was off and her chubby, six year old body slumped forward across the chopping block.

For a short while longer, Sam continued to thrust, the pain of his sore manhood nothing compared to the feeling of Becca’s tight little pussy rapidly cooling around it. A few moments later, he filled her with his final gift then gently eased out of her and sat down on the straw, needing give his body a chance to recover and his heart a chance to settle before continuing with the butchering.

Keith, his passion also spent, picked up Becca’s head and set it next to Sophie’s on the bench. Both girls had serenely contented smiles on their faces, clearly having died very happy indeed! He couldn’t help thinking it was a shame they could not be preserved somehow but he did not know of anyone local who did taxidermy. Perhaps, he wondered, they could put the heads outside so that birds and insects would eat away the flesh then, when the skulls were picked clean, find some way to display them either side of the barn-come-slaughterhouse entrance? He would suggest it to Sam later, once the hard work of the day was completed.

Wanting to give his friend the same chance to recover as he had been given, Keith took the axe and removed Becca’s hands and feet. He gathered them up along with Sophie’s and put them in a spare bucket, thinking that they could be used to make a stew along with the leftover meat that had been Anna. That way, the surviving family members would get to taste all three delicious little meat-girls.

Pushing the two halves of his own daughter’s carcass to one side, Keith pierced Becca’s legs with the sharp hooks and hung her to finish draining before slitting her open just as Sophie had been and removing her innards.

“Here!” He handed the cleaver to Sam who had recovered enough to come over to help. “You want to do the honours? You have much more of a knack for this anyway!” Sam chuckled and took the cleaver, ready to split his daughter’s appealingly chubby little body in two. “The truck will be here any minute!” Keith observed, glancing down at his blood-covered body. “I’d better get cleaned up! You finish up with the meat.”

“Hey!” He called Melissa over with a grin, handing her the hose that Sam had used to clean out Sophie’s carcass. “You seem to be a dab hand with these. Think you can help me out?” Giggling and still more aroused than she cared to admit, the young teen took the hose and sprayed with medium intensity, washing the blood and assorted other bodily fluids from her Uncle Keith’s naked body. Once he was clean, he shook himself like a dog to cast off any drips and thanked her with a kiss on the forehead before putting his clothes back on and slipping out onto the driveway to wait for the meat truck.

As Melissa watched her father hack her little sister’s body in two and hose out the interior, Melissa was struck by how little the carcasses resembled the two little girls she had known. In fact, with the heads, hands and feet removed, they looked almost exactly like the pig carcasses she was used to seeing, albeit a little smaller. She was sure that were it not for the fact that each half only had one nipple on the chest rather than a line of them running all the way down the belly as a pig had, she would not have been able to tell the girl-meat from regular pork.

“I think that’s it!” Sam sighed in a satisfied kind of way, taking a step back to admire his handy work. The four hanging sides of girl-meat did look ever so juicy and appetising. He hoped that they would fetch a good price for his wholesaler and all the people who ended up buying the meat would greatly enjoy it! “Guess I’d better get cleaned up too!” He chuckled, handing the hose back to Melissa. “What do you say? Help your old Dad out?”

Sam was just pulling on his trousers as he heard the truck pulling up outside. Deciding to leave his shirt off as he knew he would need to carry the sides of meat, he went out the side door, closely followed by Melissa. Keith was making small-talk with the driver who was opening up the back of the refrigerated truck ready to receive the inventory. After exchanging pleasantries, Sam went back inside to retrieve the first girl-half. Melissa recognised it as Sophie and watched in fascination as the driver stamped the buttock in purple ink with a number that marked the meat as having come from her dad’s farm. Peering into the truck at all the chilled meat already hanging there, she noticed the remains of at least three more young girls among the pigs, sheep and cows and wondered who they had been.

“You know,” the driver told Sam conversationally once the last side had been loaded and the doors re-sealed, as they filled out the necessary paperwork together, “teen meat fetches a pretty good price these days as its harder to come by. Most farmers don’t want the expense of raising a girl for that long so cash them in earlier, so to speak.”

“Is that so?” asked Sam, glancing over at Melissa. The teen’s eyes widened in horror – was he really considering selling her meat? What scared her even more than the idea that she might be butchered and sold, however, was the idea that she might actually go along willingly with such an idea. If asked earlier that morning, she would have said absolutely not – that it was not something she would ever even think about considering, but watching the way the two little girls died had opened something up inside her. A curiosity, if nothing else.

“Yup!” The driver checked the signature and tore the carbon copy off for Sam’s own records. “Pound for pound they fetch almost three times as much as the little ones!” He looked directly at Melissa as he spoke, leaving no doubt as to the potential meat he was talking about. “Something to think about anyway!” He said with a smile before shaking both farmers’ hands and getting back into the cab of his truck. “See you soon!”

As they made their way back down the hill to the house a short while later, Keith carrying a bucket containing the hands, feet and edible organs of the two late six year-olds, Melissa couldn’t get the delivery driver’s words out of her head. Her dad had promised her the day before that he would never force her to be meat or consider selling her without her express request yet he had certainly seemed intrigued by what the delivery driver had told him about the potential money to be made. If she wanted to keep her head, Melissa realised, she was going to have to be on her best behaviour and make herself useful around the farm from now on, being sure to earn her keep. Then again, she realised, that was actually a pretty big “if”!