The teen gave a small gasp but did not cry out as the sharp blade bit into her flesh. This was it! She was being butchered like a pig! Her gasp in reaction to the sudden pain, which was nowhere near as intense as she had feared it might be thanks to the sharpness of the knife cutting through her like butter, turned to a sigh of pleasure and she bit her lip as she felt the strange sensation of her breast pulling away from the rest of her body until it came away completely, leaving her with a peculiarly light, lop-sided feeling.

“Oh down!” the butcher grinned, placing the severed breast on the counter where it wobbled slightly like a jelly. “Getting all this?” he asked his younger daughter who nodded cheerfully from behind the camera. “Ready?” he asked, wiping the blood off the knife with a clean rag then positioning it to make the second cut. This time he did not wait for a reply but removed the other breast as deftly as the first then without pausing or saying anything more, wiped the blade once again then drew it across Andrea’s throat, cutting deeply. Jan held the plastic bucket, adjusting the angle instinctually as the frothy red blood sprayed out at high pressure at first, her dad continuing to cut through the teen’s neck, pulling on her hair with his other hand to keep the wound open wide, then gradually slowing to a trickle as he set the knife down, took the head in both hands and gave a sharp twist. There was a wet snapping sound as her spine broke and her head came completely free from her body.

Knowing the routine well, Jan set down the now heavy blood bucket and collected the container for the viscera which would need to be sorted through, one of her jobs, to separate the tasty edible organs from the parts that would be recycled or sold as pet treats. Once Andrea’s body stopped twitching, the butcher sliced open her belly and Jan caught the steaming innards in the plastic crate. Quickly, her dad cut them loose then swapped his large knife for a smaller one with a thin blade and used it to cut out her meaty fillet. With a heavy cleaver, needing only four blows, he then split her carcass in two and set Jan the task of using a hose attached to one of the sinks to clean it out.

“Now,” he approached Becky while Sophie continued to record her sister for the moment, “given what you’ve just seen, are you still sure that you want me to part you out alive?”

“Definitely!” Becky sighed huskily. “More so than ever! Cut me up like the piggy I am!”

“Very well.” the butcher nodded, pulling two trolleys close, the one with his tools on and another empty one where he could stack the meat as it came off. “If it gets too much,” he told her kindly, “just say and I can finish you off in a couple of seconds, quick and easy, okay?” Becky nodded. “Okay.” he stood behind her, her meaty rump pressing into his crotch as she leaned forward. Checking to see that Sophie was now recording, he reached around from behind and took hold of Becky’s left breast, lifting it slightly so that he could draw the knife up from beneath. Like Andrea, Becky gasped but did not cry out. In fact she visibly tried to rub her thighs together and grind into him, clearly hugely aroused.

“Need some help there?” Jan asked, wiping her hands as she walked back over from the sink where she had returned the coiled hose.

“Not for the moment, thanks poppet.” Her dad smiled, taking hold of Becky’s other breast.

“I wasn’t talking to you!” Jan winked cheekily, kneeling down in front of the teen and leaning back so that her own, significantly smaller but nicely-shaped breasts were pushed forward and her face was between the meat-girl’s legs. With the blood dripping on her from above as her father removed the other breast, the naked school-girl relieved the intense craving between the partially-butchered girl’s legs with her tongue.

With both breasts on the trolley and chuckling affectionately at his daughter’s behaviour, the butcher took a slight step back to cut away the firm, juicy meat of first Becky’s left buttock then her right, both of which came away in single pieces. Then, giving his daughter as much time and space as possible to do her work, cut away the meat of the teen’s biceps then did the same with her thighs. By then, Becky was dizzy from the mixture of blood-loss, the natural pain-killers her brain flooded itself with, the feeling of her body going into shock and of course the sensation of Jan’s tongue expertly alternating between teasing her hard clip and pushing inside her to lap at her sweet honey.

“Belly now!” the butcher warned, thinking that Jan might get up but instead she simply pushed her shoulders back a little further, a task made easier by the fact that Becky’s thick thighs were now nothing but bloody bones with small scraps of flesh still clinging to them, and held out her hands as if expecting to receive a treat or sacrament. With Sophie filming constantly, thinking to herself what a record-breaker this footage was sure to be in terms of views and shares, the butcher sliced open the meat-girl’s belly and allowed the pink, purple and grew innards to fall down into his older daughter’s waiting hands, spilling out and over her lap, flopping messily onto the plastic-covered floor as he cut them loose.

From the cry she gave it was clear that this had been the extra sensation needed to trigger Becky’s orgasm but neither Jan nor her father were done yet, with the schoolgirl continuing to pleasure the stripped and bloody but somehow still breathing carcass that had been Becky as the butcher cut away her belly meat in large slabs. It was only when she gave a final gasp and fell limp that the butcher finally cut her throat, allowing the weak flow from the wound to trickle down onto Jan’s naked body.


To be continued...