Sole Food
By
Edward Hyde
The morning was just like any other and had been uneventful up to that point. On his way home from his early morning shift at the factory, as he always did, Jack glanced through the window of the high street butcher shop to see if there were any cute naked meat-girls inside, either on display or waiting for processing. To his surprise, however, he recognised one of the girls leaning on the counter, naked as the day she was born, chatting to the butcher’s assistant – it was his neighbour Taylor!

He paused for a moment to take in the view – her toned legs, her firm, shapely backside, “an ass you could bounce a quarter off”, as his drinking buddy would call it… Their houses backed onto a communal area, not a park exactly but a patch of green next to a concrete basketball court which was for the use of local residents only. Because his job meant he was at home for much of the day, he would often end up spending time with the young girl, especially in the holidays when she was home from school and left to her own devices most of the day while her parents were at work. There were not many kids in that street so, despite him being more than twice her age, Taylor had made a playmate of the friendly young man who would often come out to sit on the grass with a book and a coffee or cold beer. Sometimes they’d play catch, or he’d pitch baseballs to her, or she’d challenge him to a game of one-on-one basketball. More often than not, the ten year old would roundly kick his ass at whatever game they were playing but Jack was more than okay with that! More than once she had challenged him wrestle but he had always made excuses about an old leg injury, or having a sore back, not quite trusting his body not to betray him in such an intimate situation.

The athletic tom-boy with her light brown hair in a pony-tail was deep in conversation with the woman behind the counter, an equally naked, tall for her age blonde beside her. He tapped on the window to get her attention and waved. At first, Taylor glanced over her shoulder to see who was tapping but, when she recognised her friend, turned around to greet him with a broad smile and a cheerful wave, resting her elbows on the counter and leaving her delicious pre-teen body on full display! Jack gulped – he had never seen her in less than a fairly conservative bikini before, when the Summer afternoons got too hot for her usual shorts and baggy t-shirt, and seeing her displayed in all her glory was quite overwhelming! Come to think of it, he thought to himself with a slight chuckle as he pushed open the door to the shop and went in to talk to her, this was probably the first time he’d seen her without her baseball cap and well-worn sneakers!

“Hey, trouble!” he grinned as he walked in. The lady behind the counter smiled at him and the blonde, who was very pretty and had a more girly look about her than Taylor, although without such a tasty-looking figure, smiled sweetly, standing demurely next to her more confident friend. “What’s going on here, then?” he ask, sneaking a covert glance down at her bare feet and admiring her cute toes which were amusingly white compared to her tanned legs but just as delicious-looking as he imagined they would be. “Have you come for harvesting?”

“No,” she replied with a withering sigh, making sure to convey with her eyes exactly how stupid she found the question, “I like going shopping in my birthday suit. I keep my wallet up my butt!” Then she grinned and stuck out her tongue at Jack who chuckled. “Yeah!” she grinned. “Sorry I didn’t get a chance to tell you but it was kinda a last minute surprise Mom and I came up with! It’s Dad’s birthday tomorrow and we thought we’d surprise him with a special dinner, and they’ll put the two hundred bucks towards a night away somewhere!”

Two hundred dollars? Jack though. Was that really all that was paid for a whole meat-girl? Was that all the ten year old’s life and future was worth? It was then that he noticed a sign behind the counter advertising that the establishment paid between a hundred and fifty to four hundred dollars for meat-girls “depending on age, size and condition.” In smaller letters below it advertised “Please ask about slaughter and butchering services. Part trade welcome” which he took to mean that parents could pay to have their daughters harvested by these professionals or choose to sell some of the meat and have some returned. He wondered what kind of arrangement had been made about Taylor!

“Lucky old Dad!” he grinned. “And who’s your friend?”

“I’m Claire,” the blonde smiled, “my mom has the cafe at the end of the road?”

“Oh yeah, I know it!” Jack smiled back at the pretty, naked girl. “I’ve had breakfast there a few times! So,” he asked, worried that it might be another stupid question, “are you on today’s menu?”

“Mom’s supplier let her down,” sighed Claire, “and she was getting in such a flap about it so I reminded her she had a great back-up supply right here!” She gestured to her own body, up and down as if showing off an outfit. “She didn’t seem too keen but I guess she saw it was the easiest thing to do! Mom’s, eh?” she chuckled.

“Why wasn’t she keen?” Taylor asked, having not heard that particular part of the story before. “You look like pretty decent meat to me?” Jack thought this was a nice thing for his young friend to say, especially as her own meat was clearly superior. Not that there was anything unappetising about Claire, of course, and she would make some great and tasty cafe dishes but if the two of them were put up for auction, he knew who would fetch the higher bids!

“I think she wanted to give me as a wedding present to her niece in a few months,” she rolled her eyes, “to be a bridesmaid, and meat of course! Oh well, she’s either going to have to come up with a new present or talk my dumbass sister into it! I know she’s trying to get into modeling but her big tits and ass are gonna land her on a plate sooner or later anyway! She’d probably be a better meat-girl than model anyway!” she added. “Nobody cares about a meat-girl’s face after all!” Both girls giggled and Jack couldn’t help blushing a little, realising how aroused this conversation was making him and grateful that he was wearing his baggy work pants rather than a pair of tight jeans which could have revealed his excitement to the world!

As he returned to looking Taylor up and down with hungry appreciation, he cursed how close to the end of the month it was, only a couple of days from payday. If he’d just been paid, or had managed to put a little by, he’d have made his friend’s mom a counter-offer and bought all her meat for himself, perhaps invited some mates over and for a nice whole-girl spit-roast in the garden! But at least, he hoped, mentally trying to calculate what he had left in his account and wallet, he’d be able to get some of her meat to take home and enjoy! As his eyes reached the bottom of her shapely legs once more, he knew which cut his heart was set on!

“So did I understand right?” He addressed this question to the woman behind the counter who had been standing patiently, a wryly indulgent smile on her face as she listened to the meat-girls’ banter. “Some of this piggy is claimed but the rest will be for sale?”

“Not this one,” she gestured to Claire. “She’s a full-service booking, but this one, yes!” she smiled as she gestured to Taylor. Did you want to reserve some?”

“Yes, ma’am!” he grinned. “What’s still available?” Taylor turned to him again to answer his question.

“Well,” she grinned, “my Daddy’s getting my pussy, of course.” She tapped her plump vulva, directing his eyes to it. The thick meat was firm and springy as her finger-tip bounced off it. “And Mom’s reserved half my rump and one thigh.” She turned round and wiggled her spectacular backside in her direction before turning back with a cheeky grin. “So what are you hungry for? My boobs are for sale!” Calling the fleshy buds on her chest “boobs” was a bit of a stretch but she pushed them together and they did jiggle quite appealingly as she let go. In that moment, Jack resolved to get as much of her as he could – after all, all his bills were paid for the month and that game he’d had his eye on could wait! Opportunities like this did not come up too often! Sure, girl-meat was available all the time but the meat of a girl he knew, who he was friends with, was a rare treat for sure and he did not want to waste the opportunity! “Well?” Taylor grinned. “What’ll it be?”

“Well, okay…” Jack stroked his chin thoughtfully, continuing to take a good look at Taylor, as much to get a good clear picture of her lovely, naked young body for the wank-bank to enjoy later as to actually choose what he’d like to eat! “I’m on a bit of a budget, I’m afraid!” He smiled apologetically at the woman behind the counter. “So I’ll say some cuts and, if you don’t mind, you add them up and stop me when I get to fifty dollars, okay?”

“Of course!” the woman smiled.

“Ooh!” Taylor teased. “Someone’s really pushing the boat out, huh?”

“Well I plan to make several meals out if it!” Jack laughed. “If a whole Taylor costs two hundred bucks,” he chuckled, winking at his young friend, “let’s see how much I can get for fifty, eh?”

“Oh...” the woman interrupted hesitantly, wanting to head off any misunderstanding before they arose. “I just need to make you aware that the cost of prepared meat does include our time for the butchering and our profit margin, plus the amount we paid for this pig was calculated as a partial sale, we did not buy the whole animal. So it won’t be as simple as fifty dollars getting you a quarter of her meat, is that okay?”

“Of course,” Jack assured her, “don’t worry! I know how these things go. You have a business to run after all! Plus I’m not sure I’ve got space in my freezer for a quarter of her!” He winked at Taylor again, making her giggle. So, first and foremost,” he got down to business and Taylor listened expectantly, eager to see which piece of her delicious, meaty young body her sweet adult friend wanted to eat the most – would it be her little titties? Some rump? Belly perhaps? Or maybe a nice juicy thigh steak? “I’d like both her feet!” The woman smiled, noting down the choice on a little pad on the counter and scribbling a price next to it so she could keep track, but Taylor looked a little shocked. “What?” he chuckled. “I like feet, okay? And yours look very tasty!”

“Okay… weirdo!” the ten year old stuck out her tongue teasingly, without malice. “Just make sure you wash them real good first!” She giggled. “Unless you like your foot-burgers with extra cheese!”

“Eww!” Jack laughed. “Have you always been such a grim specimen?” Taylor grinned cheekily. “You know,” Jack teased, “you’re kinda putting me off your meat, if it’s that unsanitary! Perhaps I should just save my money and go to the supermarket instead?” Taylor’s eyes went a little wide and she experienced a genuine moment of fear that her joke might have back-fired!

“No, no!” she assured him urgently while the cute blonde beside her giggled and even the women behind the counter had to turn her head to hide her expression of amusement. “They’re real clean, I promise! Look!” She lifted her left leg and wiggled her toes, inches from his face, accidentally, or perhaps not so accidentally, giving him a very intimate view of another of her choice cuts in the process. Jack wished that he could take hold of the pretty little foot, which was indeed as clean as any he had ever seen, and kiss her sweet toes but he knew that this was not the time or the place. Once he had her feet back home he would be able to enjoy her toes in the most intimate way possible, with nobody looking on to judge him.

“Okay!” he chuckled, “I guess they’re not too bad! I’ll take them after all…” Taylor looked incredibly relieved then giggled as she put her leg back down. “But I won’t be turning them into burgers! I have a recipe I saw online last week I’ve been dying to try out!”

“Pretty sure I’m gonna be the one doing the dying!” Taylor stuck out her tongue teasingly. Suddenly, the reality hit Jack. He had been so excited about the chance to eat his sweet young friend that he had not really processed the fact that harvesting her meat meant she would die. Forever. Not coming back. And yet somehow that thought made the situation even more thrilling, especially as she was so relaxed about it, stood happily chatting, stark naked, and bantering about the quality of her meat, advertising herself to him! In a matter of minutes the fun, energetic, sweet and healthy young girl he knew would be gone, replaced with a pile of meat which, in turn, would all be gone by the end of the week, and it looked as if she could not be happier about it! Jack felt his erection grow even harder and he shifted awkwardly, wondering what the etiquette was in such situations – was it considered rude, uncouth, to become aroused when selecting meat from a live girl or perhaps a compliment? A testament to the quality of the produce on offer? He swallowed hard.

“So,” he continued, “assuming that’s not all my money gone?” He looked up at the woman who gave him a reassuring smile and nodded for him to continue. “Great! So I’ve just got to have a couple of steaks from that rump!” Taylor grinned at this, apparently thinking this a much better and more sensible choice. “Will you be making sausages?” The woman grinned and nodded. “Awesome! Then a pound of sausages, half a pound of belly bacon, sliced please, and…” He glanced up again but she nodded, inviting him to continue, “… well I’ve just got to try one of those tits!” Taylor looked very proud as he said this.

“Well,” the woman smiled, “that comes to forty seven dollars and fifty cents but, I tell you what, since you’re buying so much and this piggy is clearly a friend of yours, how about we say fifty and I throw in the other breast?”

“Wow, really!” Jack beamed. “That’s so generous of you, thank you!”

“Customer satisfaction is our number one priority!” the woman grinned. “Helps to drive repeat business, after all! So,” she made a couple more notes on her pad, “my husband, the butcher, will be slaughtering these two in a couple of minutes, then it will take maybe an hour to process the carcasses and another two hours before the sausages and bacon are ready but, if you wanted to,” she suggested, “you could take the feet and other simple cuts home as soon as they’re ready and come back for the rest later this afternoon, at your convenience?”

“Sounds good to me!” Jack grinned. “Should I just wait here or…?”

“You’re welcome to watch the processing if you’d like to?” the woman offered with a polite, customer-service smile. “But it’s up to you. Some people prefer not to think too much about where their meat comes from,” she gave a wry little smile and directed her eyes down to his bulging crotch where even his baggy work pants were failing to conceal his excitement, “others really enjoy watching! We just ask that you keep any physical appreciation of the experience for when you get home, for hygiene purposes.” Jack blushed and Taylor giggled but Claire looked puzzled.

“What does that mean?” she asked. “He’s not allowed to clap and cheer for the butcher? What’s unhygienic about that?”

“No!” Taylor rolled her eyes. “It means he’s not allowed to whack off while he watches us snuffed!” Claire’s eyes went wide and she blushed a little, embarrassed by her own cluelessness, and Jack’s own blush deepened as he felt called out by Taylor’s casual explanation. The sporty young meat-girl, however, seemed totally unfazed. “But he’s allowed to film it, right?” she asked the woman. “On his phone?”

“Sure!” the woman smiled. “As long as he stays in his seat, and as long as neither of you mind?”

“Fine by me!” Claire shrugged. “Not like I care who sees what after I’m dead, right?”

“That’s the spirit!” Taylor patted her matily on the shoulder then turned back to her friend. “So you’ll do that, right?” she grinned. “I’ll try to put on a good show for you!”

“Well I guess I’m watching!” Jack turned to the woman in charge with amusement. “Hope there’s no spectator fee?”

“Oh no!” the woman gave a light chuckle. “But we do ask that you pay for your reserved cuts in advance.”

“Sounds fair.” Jack nodded and the two girls parted to let him approach the counter. He stood between them as he paid, silently begging his card to not decline due to some bill or other he’d forgotten about. Now that he had agreed to buy so many cuts of Taylor, the thought of surrendering even part of his share was inconceivable to him. As he waited those few anxious seconds which seemed to go on forever, he glanced to the side, moving only his eyes, and looked his young friend up and down once more – her ten year old body really was a work of art and she was willing, keen even, to let it be chopped up into pieces so that he, and others, could enjoy a nice meal. Not only that, but she wanted him to watch!

All that she was, all that she could be, all her hobbies, interests, hopes and dreams, the woman she would become and all the things she might achieve in her life would be cut short by the butcher’s knife and her near-perfect young body parted out. Then he, her parents and whoever else might happen by would enjoy two or three meals and then she would be gone entirely, many of those who would eat her meat neither knowing nor caring who she had been, only how she tasted! And yet this happy, outgoing, friendly and energetic girl seemed perfectly okay with this arrangement, even to be looking forward to it! Trading in seventy or eighty years of life for others to enjoy twenty or thirty meals, most of which would be all but forgotten by the end of the week!

“There we go!” the woman smiled when the card machine beeped and the receipt began to print. “All gone through for you!” She handed him back his card and Jack let out a deep sigh of relief.

“All official now!” He teased, waving the receipt at Taylor. “I own you ass! Well, part of it anyway!” Both meat-girls giggled. “No backing out now!”

“As if I would!” Taylor grinned. “This is what girls are for, isn’t it? But I must admit,” she added with a smile of genuine happiness, no mirth in her voice for once, “it’s really nice to know where my meat is going, or some of it at least!” She reached out and touched his arm lightly, a hint of sadness in her eyes that he could never remember having seen before. “You will remember me, won’t you?” she asked, an anxious tone in her voice and suddenly seeming very much younger than she had a moment before. “After you’ve eaten me? And not just as meat,” she added, “but who I was?”

“Of course!” Jack looked at her seriously but lovingly and took her small hand in both of his. “I will never forget my special friend I’ve had so many fun times with!” She smiled at this, looking happy and relieved, “Although…” he added with a cheeky grin, “you’ll forgive me if when I tell people about you in the future, I might leave out just how many times you, a little girl, managed to totally kick my ass at sports! I have a reputation to maintain after all!” At this, Taylor broke into a peal of happy giggles and was her confident, relaxed self once more.

“Okay,” she conceded, grinning, “you can leave that out, just don’t go around telling people you were better than me or I’ll haunt the heck out of you, mister!” She prodded him in the belly, giggling.

“Deal!” laughed Jack. “Our relative sporting prowess shall remain a mystery to anyone outside this room! And thus,” he spoke in a dramatic tone, “is a pact sealed between the four of us, the secret never to divulge.” He held out his hand, flat with the palm down, and Taylor put hers on top. Claire did the same and, after encouraging looks from the three of them, even the woman leaned over the counter to join in.

“May we carry this secret to our graves!” Taylor announced solemnly before the four lifted their hands, breaking formation. “Or to the recycling bin,” she added with a giggle, “or wherever our remains end up!” Just then, the door to the slaughter room opened and the burly but kind-faced butcher, a bald man in his fifties with very big hands and shoulders, leaned through it.

“Ready for the next ones!” he told his wife. “Send them through!”

The woman smiled at her husband then lifted up the hatch in the counter for the girls to walk through. Assuming it was what he was meant to do, Jack followed them. Taylor put her hand on the connecting door which the butcher had just closed but the women interrupted her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Uh-uh!” she scolded lightly. “Remember what we talked about!”

“Oops, sorry!” Taylor giggled. “Guess I’m a bit distracted!”

“Understandable, I suppose!” the woman winked then shook her head in amusement. Jack watched with interest as she reached under the counter, below the cash register, and pulled out a thick roll of black duct tape. “Assume the position, girls!” she instructed and both naked meat-girls demurely placed their hands behind their backs, wrists together, and allowed the woman to wrap several layers of the thick black tape around them. “That’s better!” she smiled when she was done. “Now, in you go!” She pushed the swing-door open, since neither of them were in a position to do so, and ushered them inside.

“So do I just…?” Jack asked, pointing through the door.

“Yes.” The woman smiled. “Follow them in. There’s a spectator bench on the left. Enjoy the show!” she added with a cheeky grin. As he entered the room, Jack could not deny that there were advantages to walking behind the girls, the primary of which was the spectacular view it afforded him!

Since he had been given permission to film, Jack felt confident taking out his phone and snapping a fair few pictures of the girls’ lovely backsides as they walked to their deaths. After all, it only seemed proper that such works of art should be properly documented before they were destroyed for ever! The butcher gave the girls a cursory look up and down then ushered them to one side of the room where there was a rail fixed onto the wall from which hung chains with sharp hooks on the end, the tops fixed to rings that could be moved along the bar.

“Take a seat please, sir.” He indicated a comfortable-looking bench with faux-leather padding, such as might be found around the edge of a skating rink or swimming pool. “My wife explained the rules?”

“Yes, she did.” Jack nodded, wondering just how many men had been unable to control themselves watching young girls slaughtered that both workers had felt the need to make sure he knew it was not allowed? With a polite smile, he took his seat. The butcher seemed to think for a moment, then beckoned Claire forward with one hand while taking a ball-gag off a hook on the wall with the other. Jack started filming, not wanting to miss any of what was to happen and hoping against hope that his phone had enough memory available to record the whole thing in 4K.

“Don’t want you biting through your tongue when you’re slaughtered.” the butcher explained, fitting the gag in the blonde’s mouth and securing it round the back of her head. “Your mum does excellent tongue sandwiches and we don’t want her having to throw any out because of bite marks!”

“You can send her mine too!” Taylor offered helpfully. “Since nobody else has reserved it!”

“I might just do that!” the butcher chuckled and Jack could not help but smile. Although the sweet blonde was meant to be the centre of attention, he could not help letting his phone drift towards his friend and he zoomed in to do a slow panning shot from her pretty face down to her cute toes which she was wiggling and curling so appealingly, presumably in excitement, anticipating her own slaughter which could not only be minutes away, then back up again. He zoomed back out just as the butcher was lifting Claire and, as he watched, it was hard to tell whether he, Taylor or the sweet blonde herself was the most aroused as the butcher pushed the sharp hooks through the backs of her ankles and left her swinging, arms still secured behind her back, eyes darting around wildly.

A glance back at Taylor showed she was breathing heavily, her cute little tits rising and falling most appealingly as her chest heaved and Jack found himself licking his lips, looking forward to enjoying those tasty little buds on his plate later! He could not help but notice that she was rubbing her toned, meaty thighs together, no doubt trying to alleviate that increasingly urgent tingle between her legs – a tingle that would never be satisfied in this life and that she would die enduring! Jack could not help but feel for her, his own throbbing erection straining against his underpants. It occurred to him that nobody had forbidden him from requesting a blow-job from a waiting meat-girl but he knew it was likely just as much against the rules as masturbation – after all, having to wait for her to finish might slow down the slaughter process and he supposed there was some sort of contamination risk attendant to squirting someone else’s bodily fluids onto or into a meat-girl immediately before processing!

No, he would have to wait until he got home to relieve himself where he would be able to enjoy the video in any way he chose from the privacy of his sofa, perhaps while waiting for his first meal of Taylor-meat to cook, the delicious smells wafting in from the kitchen. The thought made him even harder, something he had not imagined possible! As much as he would have liked Taylor to relieve him, and maybe to offer some relief to her in turn, he did not want to jeopardise her processing and, anyway, he kind of felt like he owed it to her to be at maximum arousal as he watched her slaughtered – something he could not guarantee if she had just finished sucking him off! No, his gratification could wait! He just hoped that his body cooperated and that he would not cum in his pants and have to endure the awkward chaffing on his walk home! At least they were black and wouldn’t show a damp patch, unlike his other pair which were tan!

The butcher had a knife in his hand now, a big one that glinted into the bright light from the fluorescent strips above. Feeling like being a little arty, Jack hoped that he could time his shot right and zoomed in on Claire’s feet which were pretty, but not as pretty as Taylor’s, the toes less plump and cute, then slowly panned down her relatively long legs, her shapely thighs, her plump, bald pussy and taught belly, then her chests with the tiny pink nubs of nipples and her ribs visible as her skin was pulled tight across them. As he hoped, just as he reached her rather long, elegant neck, the butcher drew his blade across it, cutting deeply, and Jack zoomed out to catch her wide-eyed expression as her blood fountained forth in a steaming, red spray while the butcher held her head back by the hair, keeping the wound open wide and continuing to cut right back to the spine, until the gush dwindled to a trickle and he let her go, her eyes glazed and unseeing, the indescribable spark missing from them as her head flopped down. Taylor let out a sound that was half way between a sigh and a yelp and Jack could not help chuckle a little, suspecting that his young friend had indeed manage to bring herself to orgasm without the use of her fingers!

Holding his phone steady, Jack kept the camera zoomed out as the butcher opened up Claire’s belly and removed her viscera, sorting it into two tubs on a trolley in front of him. Taylor was looking at what came out of her fellow meat-girl with interest, seeing how the innards were being sorted into useful, edible organs such as heart, liver and kidneys, and the waste such as lungs and intestines which, although not sold for human consumption, could still be used for pet food or fertiliser so as not to go to waste! Jack wondered whether his friend’s organs and other offal would be mixed in with the other girl’s or whether they would be allocated their own tubs. He wondered what was going through Taylor’s mind as she watched this other girl reduced to meat I front of her, knowing it was her turn next!

Keeping his camera trained on the action with Claire, Jack turned to look at Taylor and realised she was staring right back at him! Their eyes met and she smiled cheekily and titled her head at a quizzical angle, clearly asking him silently if he was enjoying the show. He nodded slowly for emphasis, grinning then pointed to the phone and gave her a big thumbs up, telling her that he was collecting very good footage that he planned on enjoying later! The butcher was now using a handheld circular saw on Claire’s carcass. First he cut through her spine to remove her head which he set aside for further butchering, then he halved her right down the middle, starting at a slight angle to preserve her delicious cunt fillet in one piece. In the process, he cut through the tape, allowing her arms to flop down and, as he reached her shoulders and neck, his saw emitting a high-pitched screech as it cut through bone, the two swung apart quite violently and continued to sway while to butcher stepped back and looked with satisfaction at his handiwork. There was no question about it – Claire was meat!

Taking a breather and wiping his knife, the butcher glanced over at Jack then at Taylor, giving her a quick appraising look up and down then turning back to Jack.

“You waiting for this one?” he asked. Keeping his phone still, Jack nodded. The butcher acknowledged then slightly roughly put a hand on the tom-boy’s shoulder and spun her around. “Good rump on this one!” he observed, setting down his knife and giving her buttock a squeeze. “Hope you’re taking some of that?”

“Oh yes!” Jack chuckled. “But it’s her feet I’m really looking forward to!”

“I see!” the butcher laughed, looking down. “They can be pretty good if cooked right! Not a whole lot of meat on them really but what’s there is really good! Plenty of top quality meat on this one in general ‘though.” he spoke with admiration but only to Jack, as if Taylor herself were already dead, just a slaughtered carcass ready for butchering. “I can process this one now if you want?” he asked. “Come back to the other one after? Then you can be getting off?”

“Sure!” Jack smiled. “If you don’t mind?”

“No odds to me!” chuckled the butcher. He turned Taylor back around to face Jack. There was a look in her eyes which was a perfect blend of excitement and panic, like riding an especially thrilling roller-coaster. She knew her death was only seconds away now, that she was about to become meat and that there was no turning back.

“Enjoy me!” she called out to Jack while the butcher removed the gag from Claire’s severed head. “And don’t forget me!” Her chest was rising and falling very rapidly now, making her little titties jiggle – the sweet little titties that Jack would be taking home with him. How were they best cooked? He wondered. Grilled or fried? Perhaps he would try preparing one one way and one the other then see which came out the tastiest?

“Sure thing, honey!” he grinned at his friend. “You got this!” Still breathing very heavily and fast, Taylor opened her mouth to accept the gag. The ball had a metallic taste to it and she knew it must be flecked with Claire’s blood. The butcher made no move to take away the tubs or replace them with clean ones so it looked as if their organs and offal would end up mixed, wherever they ultimately ended up. With her friend looking on, camera on his phone still filming in the highest definition of which it was capable, she let out a little yelp around the gag as the butcher lifted her up then an almost plaintive whine as the hooks were pushed through her ankles. The pain was intense, but since her body was already so flooded with endorphins from her excitement and arousal, the pain only served to increase her arousal and the tingle between her legs became almost unbearable. Not for a second did she think about being rescued but she did wish intently that Jack, or even the butcher, would come over and offer her some relief. Frantically, she tried rubbing her thighs together as she had while watching Claire’s slaughter, even as the butcher slowly lowered her to dangle between, she suddenly realised, the two halves of the other girl’s split carcass!

As he filmed, keeping the whole scene in frame, Jack realised what an erotic and artistic image it was – the bound and gagged naked meat girl hanging helplessly from the hooks framed by the halves of another girl’s freshly-butchered carcass, making her fate obvious and the knowledge of it inescapable! He hoped, with the quality of the video, it might be possible to lift some frames to print out as stills. He thought about switching modes for a moment to take some photographs but did not want to miss any of the action! It would be strange, he knew, not seeing Taylor about any more, not having any more play-times or chats with her and he knew that he would miss her but, on the other hand, being meat was most girls’ ultimate purpose and hers was certainly of amazing quality and would be delicious! Was it not better that she be harvested like this in her prime, her meat enjoyed at its very best, than be allowed to slowly decline in quality. Surely that would be the greater waste? Especially when she had spent her whole life up to that point keeping her body in such great shape! Surely she knew, with a body as delicious as hers, her life was only ever going to end one way?

And those feet… His eyes were drawn to them again, toes wiggling and curling as she tried desperately to relieve the tingling that would forever go unsatisfied. They were his and his alone. No sharing required! He would take them home, cook them up then eat them slowly, savouring every delicious mouthful. Seeing that the butcher was still preparing his knife, Jack allowed himself the luxury of zooming in and slowly panning down Taylor’s body, toe to tip, as he had with Claire but this time he panned back up and lingered on her pretty, deliciously edible toes before zooming back out to take in the entire scene once more.

His erection so hard it was almost painful, Jack realised he was squirming in his seat as the butcher took Taylor’s ponytail in his free hand and tugged her head back. He could quite see why some audience members had been unable to restrain themselves and had felt the need to pleasure themselves while watching, leading to the rule against it needing to be so emphatically laid down! But there would be time for that later – now he was about to watch the sweet girl he had spent so many fun hours with over the last few years turned from friend to food!

As he had done with Claire, the butcher but his knife to her delicate, pleasingly tanned throat and cut deeply. Taylor’s body involuntarily thrashed on the hooks as her blood cascaded out of the wound, onto the tiled floor and down the drain below, but the butcher held her firm, continuing to cut right down to the bone and holding her head back until she thrashed no longer and the blood slowed to a trickle. When he let her go, her body hung limp, just meat ready for butchering. In no time at all, he had her opened up, eviscerated, beheaded and halved then, with a quick, friendly smile at Jack, the butcher took down the left half of her carcass, the half which had her plump young cunt still attached, slung it over his shoulder and carried it to a metal work-table.

Jack panned his camera over, after a last lingering shot of the right side of Taylor, hanging next to the right half of Claire with both heads on the small table in the foreground, Taylor’s, the gag still in her mouth, fallen slightly so that it rested on Claire’s. He knew both would soon be scalped so the hair could be donated to local charity that provided wigs for cancer patients then thrown in with the rest of the waste and bones in the large bin out the back, emptied once a week by a fertiliser manufacturer would grind them down for agricultural use – nothing wasted!

He had expected the butcher to use the bone saw again but instead he used a large cleaver to remove her hand and foot and then to roughly part the carcass. When he had nine or ten large cuts of meat in front of him, he fetched a knife and began the more delicate work of preparing the cuts for sale, taking care to remove the breast, such as it was, and the cunt fillet whole then stripping some of the bones of their meat and cutting it into steaks or strips. The meat from the arm he stripped and put aside for mincing – that was where the sausages Jack had been promised would be coming from! Some meat, such as the ribs and certain joints remained on the bone but most of the half-skeleton was soon stripped and the butcher gathered up the gory bones and dumped them into a large bin. Some of the bigger ones would be retrieved later and sold for making broth, or for dogs to enjoy, but most were simple waste-product. Then her shifted all the meat to the end of the table and fetched the other half of the carcass that had once been Taylor.

Watching with fascination and being sure to film every moment, Jack watched in awe as the butcher repeated the process of stripping the girl-half of all usable meat, setting the second foot next to its sister at the end of the table. Jack licked his lips as he looked at them, every bit as delicious sitting there bloodless and severed as they had looked on the end of Taylor’s shapely legs! When he was done with the body, the butcher fetched the head turned it upside down and before an expert cut up through the bottom of the jaw, close to the neck. He then opened the mouth and was able to pull out Taylor’s tongue in one piece – the tongue, Jack recalled, that would likely be joining Claire’s in sandwiches at her mother’s cafe! With the important piece retrieved, he tossed Taylor's head by the hair into a bin Jack had not noticed before - a bin that was apparently already quite full of heads from girls slaughtered earlier in the day as his friend's came to rest near the top, looking comically as if she was peeping over the edge but with glazed, unseeing eyes. Jack zoomed in with his camera, thinking it would make a fun closing shot.

“Well!” the butcher smiled, setting down his tools. “That’s about it!” Jack smiled and turned off the camera, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “If you pop through and see my wife, I’ll have your meat out to you in a moment!”

Hoping that he erection would not be too obvious, although realising both the butcher and his wife were likely very much used to such things, Jack stood up and made his way back out to the main shop, standing a little awkwardly behind the counter while the woman served another customer then happily signed in two more meat-girls, sisters by the looks of them, about seven and nine years old and cute as buttons, their naked little bodies round and delicious-looking. Eventually, however, she noticed him and lifted the hatch to let him back into the main body of the shop where he exchanged polite smiles with the mother of the two girls who were giggling and chattering happily while they awaited their fate. Moments later, he was being presented with a plastic bag with his requested meat inside, the cuts individually wrapped in waxed paper. He thanked the helpful woman, wished the little girls a happy slaughter and was on his way home, stomach rumbling in anticipation and an even more urgent physical need demanding to be taken care of!

Once home, Jack hooked his phone up to his TV and let the video start to play, wanting to see how it had come out. It was every bit as clear and detailed as he’d hoped – Claire and Taylor’s last minutes captured in perfect, ultra high definition, to be enjoyed over and over at his leisure! Leaving it playing, he went through to the kitchen and unpacked the meat. He wanted to have some fun, for sure, but didn’t want any of it spoiling while he did so!

First he laid the various packages of waxed paper out on the counter. The two biggest and heaviest were at the bottom of the bag and he knew that they must be the feet he was so looking forward to. Wanting to savour the moment, he set these aside to open last. In the other packages he found the two small breasts together and some thick, juicy steaks! He carefully re-wrapped these and put them in the fridge then unwrapped the feet and set them together, side by side, so that he could really admire them! As he did so, it occurred to him how hungry he was so he decided to set them cooking before he indulged his other carnal desire which had fortunately subsided to a tolerable background level on the walk home, since he had not been able to give into it in the moment.

The thought of cooking and eating Taylor’s meat, however, did feel incredibly intimate, an almost romantic encounter that they were sharing, a dinner date, so he decided to dress for the occasion. Leaving the pale, beautiful feet on the counter, he went for a very quick shower, taking care not to touch himself any more than strictly needed for freshening up, then came back into the kitchen in fresh clothes, nicer than those he wore for work, the kind of outfit he might wear if he really were taking a sweet young lady out for dinner. To make sure he got everything right, he would need the recipe but, before he started with that, he knew the feet needed to be “declawed” and this was easiest done after blanching in boiling water, which would also help to soften the meat and loosen it from the bones.

Quickly, he filled his largest saucepan with water and put it on the stove to boil. Then the hungry young man picked up his sweet friend’s left foot and studied it carefully. There were the sweet toes – cute and round. Bringing it to his lips, he kissed them each in turn, lightly, almost reverently, then turned the foot over and gently ran his fingertips along the pale sole, imagining how Taylor would have reacted if he’d done that what the foot was still attached. Would she have giggled? Shuddered? Moaned in sweet arousal? What might she have done with these feet, he wondered, if he’d ever been brave enough to invite her in? To act on those fantasies which snuck unbidden into his mind on lonely evenings, or invaded his dreams, especially after days where they had spent time playing together.

As he kissed and gently licked the smooth, silky skin, he imagined his friend reclining on the floor, perhaps naked or maybe in her blue and lime green bikini, extending her tanned, shapely leg and massaging his erect manhood with the sole of her food, gripping it slightly with her toes. He thought about recreating the scene from his mind’s eye with the severed food in his hand but no, it was food! Taylor was gone, existing only now in his video footage and what memories he would retain of her after consuming her delicious meat. In years from now, he wondered, would he look back at her as his friend or as the main ingredient of several delicious meals? He suspected he knew that it would be the latter. Jack picked up the other foot and held them side by side then slowly kissed each toe of this one in turn also, imagining how good it would be to suck the tender meat from them so very soon! Knowing that his true worship of these beautiful, delicate feet could only be realised through consuming them, he dropped them into the now-bubbling water and called up the recipe.

As he looked down the list of ingredients, Jack was very relieved to find that he had them all in, since not only was he very much not in the mood for going out again, but he had spent all but his last few cents on Taylor meat! Keeping an eye on the feet in the pot, he took out honey, barbecue sauce, lemon juice, black pepper corns, a red onion and a couple of bell peppers, then realised that it was probably time to take out the feet. Quickly he turned off the burner under the saucepan and used a pair of tongs to very cautiously lift them out, taking extra care so as not to damage the now partially cooked and therefore more fragile meat. He set the feet down side by side on his chopping board where they sat steaming, the skin whiter and ever so slightly bloated, as if they belonged to someone who had just got out the bath. Already there was slight aroma of cooked pork which promised culinary delights to come!

Following the instructions that came with the recipe, Jack used a flat knife to remove the toenails which were now only loosely attached to the skin of the toes. Should he put these in the bin? He wondered. Certainly they could not be eaten but they were a part of Taylor’s lovely feet – as much a part of them as the meat he would enjoy. Deciding that he could make up his mind later, he took a clean glass jar that had once contained pickles or salsa or something of the sort which happened to be sitting on the counter and dropped the nail into it. He worked his way along the foot, easily declawing each toe in turn and dropping the nails into his jar before turning to the other foot and deciding to change things up a little by starting this time with the little toe.

When both feet were ready, he brushed them with oil like the recipe said then carefully placed them, soles up, in a deep roasting pan. He quickly sliced up the onion and the peppers and added these around and under the feet then brushed on a layer of barbecue sauce, drizzled the honey on liberally, watching as it oozed and flowed over the curves of her feet, pooling in the dips and crevices and trickling between the plump, appetising toes, followed by the lemon juice, then ground the pepper corns over the top. After double-checking that he’d not missed anything, he was about to put the pan into the oven when he had an idea. Quickly, he ran through to the living room where the television happened to be showing the moment when Taylor’s feet had been chopped from the ends of her legs with the big cleaver. After enjoying the scene for a moment, he unplugged his phone and took it out to the kitchen to take a picture of the prepared feet pre-cooking, wanting to make a complete record of his experiences and thinking he probably should have taken more “in progress” photos but realising that it was too late to do anything about that now, simply resolving to remember for next time, especially when he decided to cook up those cute little titties she had been so proud of!

After covering the pan with foil, he slid it into the oven, knowing it would not take too long since there was not really a whole lot of meat to cook and it was already a little boiled. He set the little timer on the counter for what, according to the recipe, should be half way through the cooking time so that he could come back, gather up the juices from the bottom of the pan and pour them back onto the feet to keep them moist and tender for the second half of the cooking. Then he took his phone back to the living room and hooked it back up to the TV.

After making himself comfortable on the sofa and making sure there was a box of tissues close by, he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his trousers and underwear then started the video over again, stroking himself gently as a warm-up while Claire was hung up and slaughtered but taking care not to stimulate himself too much, wanting to keep the big moment for Taylor. Soon enough, the blonde’s carcass was halved and pushed out to the sides, making room for his friend who writhed and squirmed as she hung from the sharp hooks, desperately chasing the relief that would never come.

As the knife bit deep into her tender neck and her blood sprayed towards the camera, Jack released a fountain of his own, feeling more intense pleasure and relief than he had ever experienced before or likely would again. As the butcher continued his work, Jack stroked himself gently, holding onto that euphoria for as long as possible, finally allowing it to ebb as the butcher tossed Taylor's pretty head into the bin like the waste-product it was! He was just cleaning himself up when the buzzer sounded.