Pt 14

Back out on the patio, most of the naked meat-girls were mingling happily with the guests, catching up with relatives they had not seen for a long time or discussing how they might taste when cooked and which parts of their bodies might be the most delicious. Vulvae seemed to be a popular choice, with Megan’s backside and Laura chubby little breasts apparently coming joint second! Melody, however, was stood apart from the other guests, in front of the frame where she would soon be strapped, staring at it intently.

“What’s wrong?” Uncle Frank asked, walking up behind her and putting a hand on his shoulder. “If you’re have second thoughts we can…”

“No, no!” the pretty, golden-haired teenager cut him off. “Nothing like that! I’m just getting impatient!”

“Well your time will come soon enough,” Frank assured her, giving her shoulder a little squeeze, “as soon as we get word from the kitchen then we can start out here.”

“Couldn’t I… you know!” Melody asked a little awkwardly.

“What do you mean?” Frank asked, genuinely confused.

“Couldn’t you chain me up now?” the teenager asked with the tone of a small child asking for ice cream. “I know it’s not time to start cutting me yet but if I could at least be in the chains then I’d kinda feel more like meat. After what happened last time…” She bit her lip. “I know I’m being silly but I keep worrying that something is going to happen and I won’t get eaten. Like you’ll change your mind or there’ll be a storm that ruins the grill or something. I don’t know, it’s just…”

“I get it.” Frank smiled at his niece kindly. Even before the plans to eat her and the intimate moments they had shared, he really did love her. Had done from the moment he had first held her as a tiny baby, not yet two days old. Inviting her to be on the menu for the wedding was as much, if not more, about making her dreams come true than providing a good meal for himself and his guests. “If that’s what you want, then why not, eh?” He grinned and kissed her on the forehead.

With an excited grin, Melody bounced forward and under the frame. Noticing that something potentially interesting was happening, some of the wedding guests wandered over to watch. Melody held up her left arm and fitted her wrist into the cuff herself, squeezing it shut so tightly that it bit into her skin.

“Sorry, Uncle Frank!” She laughed, waving her free, right hand, “You’ll have to do the rest!” Chuckling, Frank fixed her other wrist into the cuff, clicking it shut so that it was secure but would not be uncomfortable. “Tighter!” Melody ordered. “Like I did it, see?”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “There’s really no need for… Okay! Okay!” He laughed and waved his hands in a placatory gesture of surrender as the eager meat-girl glared at him. Once he had squeezed the second cuff almost as tight as the first, he knelt down to cuff her ankles. It did not escape him that his face was now almost perfectly level with Melody’s smoothly exfoliated pussy. Once her splayed feet were as secure as her hands, he could not resist darting forward and giving her intimate area a cheeky kiss as lightly as a man might kiss the cheek of a long-time female acquaintance. Melody knew she should have been annoyed by this somewhat intrusive behaviour but instead it simply made her giggle and reinforced the feeling that she had been hoping to gain – that she was now nothing but meat to be used and disposed of her her uncle and his friends saw fit!

The fact that she was now chained in the frame, next to the table of tools which would soon be used to cut her still-living young body to pieces, seemed to have as much of a psychological effect on the wedding guests as it did on Melody herself! Whereas minutes before they had been chatting to her quite normally and mostly ignoring the fact that she happened to be naked, or at least treating it as a coincidence, now they swarmed around her, poking and groping at her body, feeling and discussing the different cuts. Her small but nicely formed breasts were squeezed and appraised several times and more than one guest even stuck their fingers inquisitively into her pussy.

What was most remarkable and gave Melody the biggest thrill was that nobody even so much as looked at her as if she was a fellow person and certainly nobody addressed her or even acted like they knew she could hear while they discussed her body as if it were nothing but cuts in a butcher’s shop window! The only interruption came when an assistant from the kitchen came out with a small plastic box containing two syringes. She seemed surprised to see Melody already chained up, having expected to have to track her down amongst the wedding party, but made no complained.

“Sorry about this!” She smiled at Melody having politely shooed the inquisitive and hungry guests out of her way so she could have space to do her work. It was a little jarring for the teenager to be acknowledged again and spoken to as if she was a person who’s feelings mattered but she adapted quickly and gave the young woman a friendly smile. “You need to have these in your system for about half an hour before things begin.” she explained. “The first is a blood-thickener which should stop you bleeding out too quickly once people start cutting pieces off you.”

The matter-of-fact was the woman described what was going to happen was as thrilling to Melody as the guests inspecting her body had been.

“The second is a mild pain-killer. Don’t worry,” she assured Melody as she saw the look of protest on her face, “you’ll still be able to feel what’s going on and I’m sorry but it will definitely still hurt. There’s not a pain-killer in existence that can completely numb the pain of being cut to pieces while conscious that wouldn’t also drug those who ate your meat.” This was actually reassuring for Melody who had been rather looking forward to the sensation of being slowly dissected and was not keen on the idea of that experience being taken from her.

“Let’s do the easy one first.” The woman smiled. “The pain-killer just goes into your buttock and will spread how it needs to from there. You might feel a slightly scratch or pinching feeling then a tingling as it spreads, okay?” Melody nodded and the woman reached behind her and slid the tiny needle into her right butt-cheek. She gave a tiny wince, more from the sudden sensation than any real discomfort and the woman depressed the plunger, pumping the drug into her flesh. “Great! That went just fine!” The woman smiled as she carefully drew out the syringe.

“This next one’s a little trickier.” She took out the second syringe and slipped the empty one back inside the case that she then put into the pocket of her uniform trousers. “It has to go directly into a vein in your neck so I’m going to need you to tilt your head and stay really still. This will hurt more than the first one but it’s really important that you don’t flinch or pull away, okay? Otherwise you could just end up drenching everyone in blood and dying before anyone has made a cut and nobody wants that, do they?” Her voice was calm and kind but authoritative. Melody nodded in response and tilted her head, gritting her teeth in an attempt not to react to what was about to happen.

“Here we go.” The woman moved Melody’s golden hair aside with on hand and applied gentle pressure to the side of her head, stretching out her elegant neck. With the skill that can only come from experience, she found the correct vein and carefully inserted the tip of the needle before depressing the plunger. “There. All done!” The smiled as she withdrew the needle and put the syringe back into the plastic case with the first. “Now this will start to make you feel light-headed, a little drunk perhaps, but it should keep you alive long enough to enjoy quite as few cuts being taken. Have fun!” She smiled and gave a little wave as she returned to the kitchen.

This was the feeling Melody wanted. The feeling of being nothing but meat. Even if the cuffs were now to be unlocked and she was set free, the chemical in her blood would ensure she was dead within three hours anyway. There could be no turning back now!

Frank, who had been watching the injections with interest, was about to go talk to Melody and ask her how she was feeling when he felt a tug on his jacket. He turned to see Stephanie standing behind him, looking up with big, hopeful eyes.

“Hey!” He grinned. “You’re Stephanie, right? Thank you so much for being part of our feast today! You having fun?”

“I certainly am!” the small naked girl beamed happily. “But I have a pretty big favour to ask you?”

“Okay!” Frank chuckled, wondering what this little cutie was about to ask of him on his wedding day. “Ask away! What can I do for you?”