“Let’s do the little one first.” Jeff suggested, cranking a lever on the side of the guillotine which raised the blade approximately six inches with every crank. Watching this, Laura realised why it was much shorter than any others she had seen in museums or in movies. While a traditional guillotine relied on gravity to make the blade drop and had it fall a fair distance to allow it to build up enough speed to make a clean cut, the blade of this one was fixed to very solid, industrial-looking springs designed to pull it down. One the blade reached as high as it could go, Jeff pushed the handle up to lock it in place.

With a big grin on her cute little face, Becky climbed up onto the padded bench, resting her neck in the lower part of the lunette and, guided by Susan, rested her arms in the semi-circular grooves either side, as close to the shoulder as she could get them.

“Such a pretty face!” the woman complimented the happy piglet as she locked the top of the lunette in place, stroking her cheek and making sure that none of her hair was caught up in the restraint. “It will make a wonderful toy!” She put a basin of water underneath for the head to fall into. “It’s warm,” she explained, “and much nicer and more gentle than falling into a basket!” The little girl giggled and waved to the other girls who stood in front watching her, impatient for their own turn. Susan then walked around behind the little girl and Laura followed, taking out her camera to film. Becky’s knees were tucked up underneath her with her rump lifted up. The woman pulled a solid strap across her ankles to lock them in place then gave the raised rump a playful slap which made the restrained piglet giggle.

“You wanted to know about the gutting?” Susan asked Laura who nodded. “We find it easier to do it while the girl is alive,” she explained, “it can be done post-mortem but this method does not work so well. I assume your turkey is going head-on?”

“Head-on?” Laura asked, slightly puzzled and not wanting to give an inaccurate answer.

“Sorry!” Susan smiled. “Industry term. Head-on basically means cooked alive, rather than being slaughtered first like these three.

“Oh I see!” Laura nodded. “Yes, she wants to go into the oven alive for sure.”

“Perfect!” Susan smiled. “Then this method is ideal!” She took a pair of blue latex gloves and slipped them on then picked up what looked like a large tube of toothpaste, squeezing some of the clear blue gel out onto the tip of her index finger. “Numbing cream.” she explained. “It is available to the public but works out quite expensive if you’re just going to use it once. It’s worth it for us as we can get through a couple of tubes a week, especially in this season, but for home-cooking you’re better off using an ice-cube.” Laura nodded, hoping that the other woman would elaborate, which she fortunately did as she rubbed the cream into and around Becky’s tight, pink little anus. “Push the ice-cube as far in as you can,” she explained, “and get her to clench.” Becky giggled as the cold-feeling cream began to work, causing a funny tingling sensation that made it feel as if her cute little ass-hole had pins and needles. “It will burn at first,” she explained apologetically while she waited for the little girl to be fully numbed, “but if she can hold it there for about three minutes, it should have much the same result as the cream.” Laura nodded again, keeping the camera on her phone trained on Becky while taking careful mental notes that she intended to type up in a message to herself as soon as her phone was free.

“Stay over that side for me.” Susan told the older girls as Jeff brought an empty plastic container over and set it on the backs of Becky’s legs so that it would be directly under her rump. “Can you feel this?” she asked, poking the numbed area with the tip of a short, very sharp-looking knife hard enough to cause a small drop of blood to well up.

“It feel like something pushing.” Becky responded. “But it doesn’t hurt!”

“Good!” Susan nodded. “It may hurt a bit as I pull things out from inside you,” she explained apologetically, “but I’ll try to be as quick as I can then we can get that cute little head off!” Becky giggled and confirmed that she was ready. While Laura watched with fascination, Susan quickly cut around the edge of the anus then used the end of the blade to lever it out. Once it was far enough out to grab hold of, she began to pull, drawing out ropey intestines from between the girl’s meaty cheeky as if she were a magician pulling a never-ending handkerchief from his sleeve! After what seemed like quite a while, she met an obstruction and used the knife to widen the hole a little, cutting about an inch up and down, then continued pulling. Large, blob-like organs came down, Laura still capturing the whole process on camera. Becky moaned a little and even gave a small sob but did not cry out. Eventually, the little girl began to cough and Susan realised that there was no more she could pull out so cut the tube she was currently tugging on and tucked it back inside to Becky’s visible relief, her whole body relaxing now that it was no longer having its insides pulled out.

“Good girl!” Susan patted Becky’s rump again, using a damp cloth to wipe away some residual gore while Jeff collected the container of viscera, ready to sort through for edible organs, then took up his post by the switch that would activate the guillotine. Once she was back in front, with Laura following her from a respectful distance so as not to get in the way, Susan knelt down and took Becky’s hands in her own, tugging on them to make sure her arms were as far through the holes as they could reasonable be. “Okay!” she grinned. “Ready for the chop?” The little girl nodded enthusiastically then, encouraged by Susan, everyone in the room counted down from three then shouted “CHOP!” as Jeff released the blade’s mechanism. There was a quick metallic swishing sound then a heavy thud as the blade was pulled back into its natural resting position, cutting through flesh and bone as effortlessly as if there had been nothing in its path at all. Susan adjusted her balance to avoid falling over backwards and the arms came away in her hands and Becky’s cute little head dropped into the warm, waiting water with a quiet plop.


To be continued...