Pt 18

Each piece of meat that was cut from her young body send Melody further into her state of delirium. In her more lucid moments, it occurred to her that having her clit removed should have robbed her of her ability to orgasm but, whether it was the effect of the drugs in her system, her own excitement flooding her brain with endorphins that confused the pain receptors of her nervous system or the fact that her delicious pussy had been cut from her body at the moment of climax, the pretty, golden-haired teenager seemed to be in the throws of a powerful, non-stop orgasm which promised to last for the rest of her life which, even with the drugs and the blood-thickener, could surely not be too much longer.

Her shapely legs were flayed almost to the bone, as was her rump. Her second breast had not lasted long after Frank had taken her first and, when somebody had expressed an interest in her belly meat, the assistant from the kitchen had sliced open her taught tummy and removed much of her viscera, leaving her body-cavity empty, so that hungry guests could slice away at the meat.

Most barely acknowledged her at all, chatting happily to each other about the treats they were selecting as if they were at any other buffet. Those who did speak to her simply gave a quick, polite “thank you” after making their selection. It was a surprise, therefore, when Melody realised she was being directly addressed, pulling her out of her semi-conscious state for a few seconds at least. The voice that spoke was warm and deep with an American accent.

“Hey Sweetheart, open your mouth for me.” Without questioning, Melody did as she was asked, opening her eyes to see the handsome face of one of the American cousins. He reminded her of a movie actor but she could not summon the energy or concentration to remember which one. “Good girl.”

Melody let out an involuntary yelp as he slid a pair of pincers into her mouth and gripped her tongue, stretching it and extending it before reaching in with a thin, razor-sharp blade and slicing the twitching muscle clean out of her mouth. She could feel the thick blood oozing down her throat. Seeing this seemed to inspire those still in the queue with a new confidence and the next person behind the American sliced off one of her cheeks. It was not long before the other was gone. A few slices from her arms and back later, someone used one of the larger tools to tear off her entire lower jaw. Somehow, however, Melody remained conscious. She knew she should have been afraid or even angry at the people destroying her body to satisfy their own hunger but all she felt was a warm sense of happiness and contentment that she was giving all these people such a nice meal, coupled with a mild sense of curiosity about what might be taken next.

After a little guidance from the assistant, a guest cut away half her rib cage, taking the front ribs for himself and passing the back rack to his wife. Now Melody’s beating heart and one rapidly pumping lung was exposed, her arms and legs now little more than bloody bones and cartilage and her face destroyed beyond recognition.

She survived just long enough to see a large tray of meat being wheeled out from the kitchen – the remains of the pretty Canadian teenager she had met fairly briefly earlier. Although she no longer possessed the muscles and other parts of a face required to smile, Melody felt blissfully happy as her heart was cut out of her chest and she finally passed into oblivion.

As he hoisted the platter off the trolley and onto the table next to the bloody almost-skeleton that had once been Melody, Jack, the young kitchen assistant who had participated in the slaughter of both this teen and the two young girls earlier, cast his eye over the cuts of meat, some of which were still identifiable body parts although many weren’t, and felt a distinctly unprofessional stirring in his underwear as his mind replayed her final few minutes.

In light of her age, and seeing how much the small girls had enjoyed being stimulated prior to their heads being cut off, Julia had bluntly and in so many words asked to be fucked before she was killed. The head chef had laughed and told her she didn’t want “his wrinkly old dick” inside her but suggested that Jack might like to do the honours, along with the actual slaughter.

Although flushed with embarrassment, the young man could not deny his instant arousal at the thought of sex with the gorgeous, naked teenager in front of him who was only a couple of years younger than himself. Prior to that day he had only ever had sex twice but, if that day was anything to go by, this new job could have more perks than he had anticipated!