This is a classic story lightly edited to fit current canon. Orginal was September 2015
Is this here one of those places where you can have your women made into meat?
Yes, that is one of the services I provide.
Good. I’ve got my middle one out in the back of the car and I’d like her made into parts for a BBQ. I’m from Weald, and the Lakeside BBQ just had what they called ‘Long Pig’ on their menu and damn it was tasty. I’ve got my own smoker and a special rub I use, so I’d like to try it my self. Then I looked on those interweb sites about prices and they just aren’t right. Then it it hit me. Fannie ain’t doing the family no good, so I looked it up and sure enough, I got the rights to make her into livestock. Want to help me get her out of the car? I hear you’ve got some special services as well.
And what do you mean by “special services? I ask as I follow him out to his car.
Well, I’ve heard that those sex slave types don’t have a gag reflex or nothing. I’d like one to polish my knob while I watch you process Fannie.
OK, thinking this over he wants to rent a sex slave and there is the custom snuff and butchering fee.
Yeah, I can do that for you. How about $500 for a combo deal? That includes the use of one if my best cock suckers and a rush job on processing your livestock.
Five hundred? Hell, that’s less than getting a whole hog done up. And I get my rocks off? Hell yeah.
Fannie is a cute redhead, who’s hog tied in the back seat of his car. She’ been crying and this is obviously not her idea. Being treated like a hog of for a smoker BBQ seldom is. She’s thrashing around, and I’d just a soon not deal with that. That’s why they invented tasers. Once’s she’s under control, I help Mr. Potter carry her into the “specialty meat” section of my shop.
I hit the intercom “Julia, report to the Abattoir.” I always enjoy calling slaves into the abattoir, they never know what is about to happen to them.
Julia, this is Mr. Potter and that is his daughter Fannie. One of you is going to give Mr. Potter the blow job of his life and the other one is going to be converted to chops, steaks and a pair of rack of ribs. Which one do you want?
With out saying a word Julia goes over to the client and drops to her knees “May I suck your cock master? Or would you like your daughter to?”
Are y’all being serious? I’ve got a choice here?
Yes. For the price you are paying you get one slave blow job and one slave converted to meat. Your choice.
Well, it just wouldn’t feel right getting my rocks off on Fannie, so go ahead and process her. I’ll let Julia here polish the old stick shift.
I’m not going to say it out loud, because, well it’s my business to snuff teen age girls, but it never stop to amaze me the number of fathers and step fathers that want their daughters snuffed, while they watch and often getting sexual serviced at the same time, but find the idea of fucking or having their cock sucked by their daughter “wrong”.
While Julia starts giving him his blow job, I’ve stripped Fannie, hooked her feet to the meat hook and raised her up over the blood drain. “Mr. Potter… This is the moment of truth. I’m about to cut her throat. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Oh, yeah, cut that slut pig….”
A rapid yank of the knife over her throat and Ms. Fannie Potter, one time daughter becomes, in a few moments, Fannie Potter, soon to be meat for a weekend BBQ. As she is bleeding out I hear her father obliviously in the middle of orgasm… “Oh…. Yeahhhhhh”.
As I lower Fannie’s body down on to the actual butcher table and start the process of parting her out a money making idea hits me. “Normally Julia would sell for $1700. For an even two grand I’ll let you take her home with you, as well as Fannie’s parts. How does that sound?”
Not sure how the wife would deal with that.
Tell her to deal with it or be the next batch of meat.
Oh, yeah. I can do that. Yeah, why not, I’ve got me some mad money on me.