“Are you sure about this?” the butcher asked once both teens were bound for slaughter with their wrists behind their backs. “The knives are sharp but it’s definitely going to hurt.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Becky winked. “I want the full experience!”

“Just the tits for me!” Andrea giggled. “I’m not as hard-core as Becky but yeah, it’s definitely what I want!”

“Very well.” The butcher nodded. “Well I think we’ll hang you up as planned.” he informed Andrea. “But we’ll keep you standing.” He gestured with the knife in his hand for Becky to come stand under the frame. She did as she was told and the butcher’s two naked daughters came with her. Carefully, Jan clipped the end of a rope onto the thick cable-tie which held Becky’s wrists together then tossed the other end over the top of the frame, catching it and tugging on it so that the teens arms were forced up awkwardly almost level with her shoulders and she was forced to lean forwards, spreading her feet to just beyond shoulder-width to maintain her balance. Sophie, of course, was recording the whole process on her phone. The live-butchering was definitely going to make for some unique and exciting footage!

With Becky in place, Jan called Andrea forward and had her stand with her feet together so a second cable-tie could be put around her ankles. In the butcher’s work area behind his shop he had chains on mechanical winches, sharp hooks on the end that could be pushed through the backs of a girl’s ankles, but in this makeshift butchering area, he had to make do with what could be set up. Another rope was clipped to this cable-tie then the butcher picked the naked teen up, throwing her over his shoulder like a fireman’s rescue and instructing Jan to pull on the rope. Once it was tight and her feet were close to the top bar, the rope was tied off and he gently lowered the meat-girl so that she hung with her pony-tail just brushing the plastic-covered floor, her big, firm, teen breasts feeling the uncomfortable tug of gravity as she hung upside down.

“Okay, ready?” the butcher asked as Jan got into position with one of the blood buckets. Andrea nodded as best as she could manage from her position. Had she been standing upright, the butcher would have needed to life her breast to slice upwards from where the under-side joined her chest but gravity was doing that job for him, pulling the heavy, highly-prized meat forward and exposing the place to cut so clearly it might as well have had a dotted line drawn across with with a small illustration of a pair of scissors.

To be continued...