After more than on hour of walking, browsing and no luck, I decided to take a short break at one of the many food stalls scattered throughout the sprawling market. I was hungry, and I was guessing my kid's new toy at least was getting thirsty. I'd get some water for Abby's meal, as well. She wouldn't be getting anything to eat, since she was going to BE eaten before the day was done.

The place I chose was a self-serve joint, where there were a selection of meat girls, a few still whole, but most missing body parts, that you simply carved off whatever you wanted from the meat-girl with the supplied utensils provided by the stall owner. The girls on the menu also acted as wait staff, as long as they were able to be mobile, going from table to table, either taking orders for their own parts, or other girls owned by the food stall.

The toy and I sat at a table, while Abby's main ingredient sat under the table to get a little extra shade. In the middle of the round table was a small charcoal grill, and next to that was a salt shaker and a small selection of spices and a short stack of flatbread.

Most of the staff/food had strips of bandages over different parts of their bodies, and some were even missing whole limbs. Ours was only missing a small strip of meat from her calf. All the women and girls serving the little restaurant had their most select cuts (cunts, breasts, asses, etc.), still intact. It was an unwritten rule at these market food stalls that those cuts were reserved for the few men of the city until the market starting closing down for the night, hence the nervous looks I got when I sat down.

When our server stepped up to my table, I did as I always did, and asked if she had chosen to be food. I was surprised by the answer I got. “No sire. My owner ordered me to be food today.”

I always asked that, but this was the first time I'd found unwilling meat. Because of that answer, I decided to find and punish her owner.

“Who is your owner, girl?” I asked her.

“The woman who owns this place, Sada. She also owns me, and all the other girls.”, she said while pointing to a lovely, but cruel looking Arabic woman who looked like she might be in her late twenties or early thirties.

It looked like the woman was in the middle of berating one of her meat-girls for something, so she didn't notice when I stood up and strode up behind her. I seized her upper arm, spinning her around to face me.

“By the sovereign right of gender, I claim you as my property.”, I declared in a booming voice, making sure everyone in the area heard me, before hauling her back to my table. The woman gave no resistance, until she was brought to a halt before her former property, my server.

“Please confirm this is the female that forced you to be food.”, I demanded of her.

She seemed to be somewhat shocked, because she shook herself before answering me in a scared voice.

“Yes sire.”

“You have nothing to fear from me, lass. As far as I'm concerned, you've done nothing wrong. In fact, I'm putting you in charge of the food stall this one used to own.”, I said with a small shake of the still stunned woman.

“What?!? Me?? But... But...”

“Don't worry about the details. I'll send one of my wives over tomorrow morning to help you work out those details of how I want this place to run. Right now, I need you to go to all the tables and let the customers know that this food stall is closed for the rest of the day, but will open back up tomorrow. Give them a refund, and make sure the other servers are tended to. I'm sure many are in pain. Send them to get healed. I'll take care of Sada.”

After making sure the girl understood my wishes, I sent her on her way. Only now did Sada start to complain about my treatment of her, but I ignored the meat, simply slapping her into silence. I had four of the wait staff hold her down on the table, spreadeagled.

Not surprisingly, Sada had a full bush of pubic hair covering her cunt-steak. That just wouldn't do.

I pulled out the knife I carried on my belt, and after testing the blade for sharpness, I commenced to shave the arrogant bitch. I wasn't gentle, but after fifteen minutes of scraping away at her thick and wiry thatch of hair, I got her smooth as she should have been from the start. It turned out, that under all that hair was a rather tasty looking cunt, with thick outer lips and a prominent clit.

“Now, the question is, should I do a deep cunt steak, or just a shallow fillet?” If I cut her for a deep steak, she would die after a few hours, but if I just took what was called a 'thin fillet', she could live for years to come. I'd put the question to the toy I'd bought, and she scrunched up her face in thought.

“My mamma says fillets taste really good, but a steak is more filling. How hungry are you, Master?”

“Well, I only stopped for a snack, so fillet it is! I think I'll include the clit, too. It looks like it will be tasty.” So saying, I placed the blade of my knife along the right side of her pussy, with the edge facing to the left, and slowly sawed my way through her filet to the other side, making sure the cut was deep enough to include the tip and hood of her clit, nestled at the top of her slit, but avoid her urethra. I ignored her screams as I cut my meal from her body, and soon I was able to lift her filet away from her now bleeding crotch.

One of the free servers took the cut of meat, and put it on a plate. “And would you like a tit?”, I asked the toy. “they're pretty small, so one shouldn't ruin your dinner.”

“You mean I'm not going to be dinner?”, she asked me in a shocked voice.

“No! Not if you don't want to be. I purchased you as a toy for my son and his sisters. If you make him happy, he might one day take you as his first wife. If he ends up seeing you as another sister instead, I could always adopt you. Or if you still want to be meat, we can always fulfill that wish, too.” She might make silly faces that made me laugh, but I could see she was intelligent, as she got a thoughtful look on her face, taking in what I'd told her.

An offer like I'd just given her was like winning the biggest of grand prizes for any female in the new world order. Most were thrilled to be able to have sex with a man, but most knew it was a slim chance, so they got satisfaction from giving themselves to society as a source of nourishment.

“Th... Thank you! I'll work hard to please your son.” She ducked her head and blushed as she spoke. As I said, she wasn't stupid. She knew what it meant to “please” a male, even a young one, like my son.

“So... Yes or no on having one of her breasts?”, I asked, slapping the former owner of the food stall on the stomach, making her modest bosom jiggle. While they weren't huge, or even what could be called 'impressive', they were still perfectly formed, with puffy pink areolas, tipped with tiny nipples, that contrasted nicely with her darker skin. It was honestly a shame that such a lovely body was attached to an entirely vile personality and mind.

“Oh! Yes! Thank you, sire.”

On a whim, I thought I'd achieve two goals at once: Giving the new toy a treat, and Sada a bit more torment. “Have you ever tried breast that was still attached to living meat?”

She shook her head, no.

I could see from the looks on the former menu item's faces, that they liked the idea of helping to cause more pain to their former owner, as they were quick to muscle her into a better position for the young girl to feed from, placing Sada's left breast right in front of my son's toy.

“You'll want to get more blood flow to what you want to eat, so why don't you suck on her nipples a little, until they get stiff, and kneed her breasts while you do so. That will make sure she's nice and juicy when you start eating.”, I instructed her.

“Okay. That sounds easy enough.”, and she took the proffered breasts in her small hands, and started squeezing it like she was playing with some clay. As she did, she glomped onto the woman's nipple, and started loudly sucking, as if she expected milk to come out.

After a couple minutes, I asked her if the nipple was stiff yet. She said they were, and showed me, by pinching it between thumb and forefinger, and pulling on it.

“Good! Why don't you go ahead and take a bite. If it's too tough, I'll help out.”

She looked down at the breasts she held in her hands, then opened her mouth wide and attempted to take a huge bite, teeth bared like the little predator she was. Sada, still thoroughly restrained, let out a shrill shriek of pain, as the young girl tried her best to take a chunk out of her tit. The girl twisted and pulled, stretching Sada's breast painfully, but to no avail. Her jaws just weren't strong enough to break the skin of the woman's breast.

After a minute or two of watching in amusement, as the girl's face contorted in determination and effort , I stepped in to help. After prying her off Sada's breast, I used my knife to score a line around the woman's swollen and puffy areola, just deep enough so Toy's young teeth would be able to finish the job. With a “Thank you, sire!”, Toy tried again, this time making short work of biting off the woman's teat. The structure of her breast now compromised, Toy made short work of the woman's breast, and soon looked up at me with a grateful, if messy, smile, her chin now coated with greasy fat and blood from the woman's ruined chest.

“Thank you again, sire! Her breast was very tasty!”

While she'd been dining on raw tit, I had placed Sada's severed pussy steak on to the small stove, and had given it just a touch of flame. Enough to lock in the juices of this select cut of girl-meat. Using the supplied fork, I picked up Sada's former genitals, and bit them in half. The flesh was as tender as I'd hoped, and the taste was divine. In three more bites, all that was left was the fleshy nub that I was sure once gave the former stall owner great pleasure on lonely nights. It's now served it's new purpose as desert for my mid-day snack. I moaned as it popped between my teeth, releasing a flood of spicy goodness onto my tongue.

With our meal done, I gave instructions to the staff of my new food stall on what was to be done with the 'leftovers' of my mid day snack. Sada would be relegated to dishwasher duty, encouraged to volunteer as a meal, but NOT forced or threatened to do so. She would get the chance she didn't give her former staff.