Outside in the lobby of the shop, Amelia desperately looked around for a toilet or, failing that, some other private room where she and Josh could be alone for a few minutes. The shop was filling up now, both with naked meat-girls waiting their turn and with shoppers, most of whom had placed their orders in advance and were just coming to collect but a fair few that were kicking themselves for having left everything so late, or had suddenly been told about extra guests coming for Christmas, and had come in to see what might still be available. Fortunately, volunteers that year were so plentiful that, so far, nobody had been sent away empty-handed. The butcher’s wife had even been able to arrange a full hamper for a lady whose relatively large family had arrived unexpectedly after their flights were cancelled by diverting one cute nine year old who had come to be fully butchered into the turkey prep room, a switch the girl was more than happy to make.

“Excuse me!” Amelia interrupted her conversation with a customer, an apologetic smile on her face and desperation in her eyes. “Do you have a…” The butcher’s wife chuckled, winked at her customer then turned to the young girl who was dragging the slightly bewildered-looking and blushing man along behind her. She had seen that look on a girl’s face a great many times before and understood exactly what it meant.

“Behind the counter, in the corner.” she smiled, pointing towards a door marked “WC”. Amelia thanked her and dragged Josh towards in, practically flinging the door open in her eagerness. Once inside she locked the door and leaned back against it.

“I need you to fuck me!” she told him bluntly. “Not gently. Don’t make love to me. Fuck me hard!” She spied the sink on the opposite wall and went over to it, gripping in and bending forward, presenting her denim-clad rump to Josh. Understanding the assignment, Josh reached around and unbuttoned her jeans then yanked them down to her knees, quickly followed by her panties, then unzipped the fly of his own trousers and released his hard, throbbing manhood. Taking his little concubine by the hips, he thrust roughly into her, the excitement of watching the pretty little girl in the next room have her throat cut and her lovely young body cut to pieces having had the exact same effect on him as on Amelia, although she had been the one to express it!

“Yes!” Amelia gasped as he continued to thrust, looking into the eyes of her reflection in the mirror above the sink. “Fuck me! Fuck me like a piggy! Spit me like the piggy I am!” Hearing the aspiring meat-girl talk about herself this was inflamed Josh’s passion even further and his thrusting became even more intense. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and imagined Amelia already on the spit, her naked young body impaled, turning slowly over the glowing coals. In that moment, he did not care about her hobbies, her Christmas presents, her school, her family or even her name. She was nothing to him in that moment but an edible fuck toy, existing purely for his gratification, and that was exactly, in that moment, how she wanted to be seen!

“Yes!” she cried out again, loudly enough that everyone in the shop could hear, many people stopping their conversations and exchanging amused looks as the shouts and exclamations from inside the toilet became ever louder and more graphic. Several of the naked girls, their life-expectancies measurable in minutes, began to finger themselves as they listened, some more discretely than others, while some even began to make out with each other and let their hands explore each other’s A-grade meat.

Feeling Amelia’s tight, wet little cunt contract around him, Josh released his pent-up load of tick, hot cream inside her and she cried out in what was possibly the most powerful orgasm of her life so far! When they emerged from the toilet a little sheepishly a minute or so later, the entire shop erupted into amused but not mocking applause. Blushing furiously, Josh gave a little wave of acknowledgement while Amelia decided to embrace her moment of fame and took a dramatic, elegant bow before posing and pouting for the assorted phone cameras pointed in her direction.

“Come on!” Josh chuckled awkwardly, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go see how things are going in here.” He guided her back towards the butchering room but not before she paused in the doorway for another bow which earned a fresh round of applause along with good-natured laughter from everyone else in the shop.

“Feel better?” Laura teased as they slipped back in, trying to be discrete and not distract the butcher from his task.

“Sounded like you were having fun!” Samantha giggled and Josh wondered just how thin the walls of this old shop were!

“At least you provided some entertainment for everyone waiting!” Laura chuckled. Amelia leant back against Josh and he rested his hands on her chest, slipping them under her jacket and feeling her firm little buds through the fabric of her jumper.

Having reduced one half of Emily’s carcass to delicious, pink cuts of meat, mostly off the bone but some with the bones left in either for effect or practicality, such as her racks of ribs, he took the second half off its hook and quickly used the cleaver to break it down once more. He then took the same knife he had used to remove her fillet and carefully sliced the meat away from her arm. This, Samantha knew, would likely be the meat that would be minced for the sausages and extra sausage meat that they have ordered. Her belly bacon was cut away as a single slab, ready to be smoked and salted then sliced thinly. Her buttock was taken off as a whole piece and her thigh was stripped from the bone just as Laura had seen with the turkey girls. Working incredibly fast with the ease and confidence that can only come from years of practice, the butcher stripped all possible usable meat from Emily’s bones and, once stripped, tossed them into a container along with other scraps. These would be used, along with all the other scrap bones of the day, to make stock then sent for recycling into animal feet or plant fertiliser.

With the body now completely processed, he turned his attention to Emily’s head. Still using her dad’s phone to film, Samantha moved a little closer, although still careful not to get in the butcher’s way. Amelia pulled gently away from Josh, kissing his hand as she guided it out of her jacket, and joined her friend, eager to get a good look as the butcher stripped the meat from Emily’s face and head. This was, it occurred to her, the ultimate dehumanisation of a meat-girl, the moment of total objectification.

When a girl’s head was preserved, even if her body was utterly destroyed, something of her identity remained. She may be just a piece of art, a talking point to hang on the wall or set on a shelf alongside the other dust-gathering ornaments, or a toy for someone else’s pleasure, but at least her face would remain, encouraging the customer to choose her over the others available, and retaining some degree of individuality. Yet when a girl was fully processed like this, every trace of her would be gone forever, her legacy not outlasting the meal or meals that she provided. The process of stripping meat from a head was, by its very nature, destructive so it’s not even as if her skull could be preserved in any meaningful way.

The girls, and the adults further behind them, watched in fascination as the butcher lifted Emily’s head by the ears and placed it on a kind of “lazy Susan” similar to those used by cake decorators so that he could easily access all parts of it without having to keep stopping to move it. He then cut around the hair line, a thin red line forming where he had cut, then, with his fingers intertwined in the hair on her scalp, pulled hard to break the skin away from the skull then peeled it off like a wig. Next he used a chisel and small hammer to split her skull so that the top could be lifted off.

“Like a boiled egg!” Amelia observed with a giggle. The butcher used the larger knife, the one known as Norman, to cut between the two hemisphere’s of the brain then cut each half in three, sideways, before using the knife to lever the pieces out. With the head emptied, he pushed Emily’s eyeballs out from the inside with his thumbs then continued whistling Christmas carols as he stripped the meat from her cheeks and forehead and, after making a few careful cuts to the tendon, broke her jaw away from the rest of her head to sell on the bone. With the lower part missing, it was now easy to cut out her flopping tongue. In less than five minutes, Emily’s head had been reduced from that of a pretty little girl to something that looked like a cheap Halloween decoration. Once he was convinced that there was no more usable meat to be salvaged, the butcher tossed the flayed skull into the container with the other bones.

“Well, that’s the end of the show!” he chuckled. “The bacon doesn’t take as long as it did in the old days but we do need about an hour to get everything ready for you, maybe an hour and a half.” He checked his watch, happy to see that he was slightly ahead of schedule with all the harvesting planned for the day. “There’s a nice garden centre just a few minutes walk up the road.” he suggested. “Maybe go and take a look around there, enjoy one of their hot chocolates, then my wife will give you a call when your order’s ready for collection?” Agreeing that this sounded like a very good idea, they thanked him and made their way out to the lobby of the shop once more.

“Actually, I should probably be getting home.” Amelia observed a little sadly, checking the time on her phone. “My grandparents are coming over in a bit. They’re staying over tonight and getting a ride to my sister’s with my parents tomorrow. Mum and Dad are going to want me to be there and I probably have to put on the nice dress,” she made air-quotes around these two words, “that Grandma sent! Guess I’ll see you all tomorrow?”

“Why don’t you walk her home?” Laura suggested to Josh with a kind smile. “Make sure she gets back safely. Sammie and I will go to the garden centre and you can come join us when you’re ready?”

“Oh yes, would you?” Amelia asked, her eyes lighting up, knowing that there would not be any further hanky panky that day but excited to be able to spend even a few more minutes with Josh.

“Of course!” he stroked her hair then leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. “It would be my pleasure!” They left the shop and, after further hugs were exchanged between the girls and promises made about the fun they would have the next day, the two pairs headed off in opposite directions, Samantha holding her mum’s hand and Amelia hugging Josh’s arm with both of hers, resting her head against it romantically like she had seen people do in the movies.


To be continued...