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   A Personal Touch - The Butchery of Sally

   by Valeska





   Chapter 2: last rides

   It was one of those nights with uneasy sleep.  The ones where you wake
up every few hours and look at the alarm clock.  Sally was told to report
at 8:30, so she set the alarm at 5:00 in order to have enough time to
prepare.  She woke up at 4:40 and knew she wouldn't fall asleep again.

   She went into the bathroom, took a shower.  Cleaned herself as good as
never before, outside and inside, washing her husband's cum out of her
pussy.  She stepped out of the shower, dried herself, and took another good
look of her body soon to be meat in the mirror.  She used body lotion, the
one that made her skin so smooth.  She took a close look at her face.  The
few wrinkles over her nose.  No, she will not use makeup today.  She took
the scissors and corrected her new haircut a little.  She brushed her
teeth, twice, used floss.  Yes, she would use perfume.  A light flowery
perfume, a drop on her palm, one behind each ear, on her clit.  She walked
out of the bathroom, naked.  Mike was still sleeping peacefully.  The early
sunlight filled the room.  She wondered about what clothes to choose, the
last she will ever ware.  Something that looks good, stylish, but not
overdressed.  She decided she would go for jeans and blouse, and the boots
she liked so much and the leather jacket that suited her so well.  No
lingerie, just simple white bra and panties.  She worried about her
appearance, she knew she might be vain, but this would be the last
impression she would ever make, so she wanted it to be a good one.

   She threw on a bathrobe and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. 
Mike's favorite, bacon and eggs on toast, he always needed the energy for
his hard days of work.  She wondered what the final day was like for the
girl from whom this slice of bacon was cut.  For herself she only put up a
pot with hot water, she hoped some green tea would do a little cleaning of
the inside too.

   Mike woke up from the sound of the bacon sizzling in the pan.  He roll
over in bed, Sally was not there.  As he got up he noticed the smell of
fried girl meat in the air, it smelled delicious.  He walked out into the
kitchen, naked and aroused.

   Sally greeted him with a smile.  "Good morning dear, did you sleep
well?"

   "I slept very well.  The fun we had last night put me right into a deep
sleep." He picked up a piece of bacon and started to chew on it.  "So this
is the morning.  Damn, you look hot for your last morning!"

   Mike gave a big hug to his wife.  Sally raised a little smile and gave
him a kiss.  For a moment she took comfort in his arms.  Mike held her and
felt her soft body.  He gave her a friendly pat on the ass.

   "It will be a shame not to wake up to this every morning anymore." The
tea pot whistled.  "Green tea again?" Mike laughed.  "Even in your last
hours you are thinking healthy."

   "Yes, I don't want to look fat.  You remember the tortellini we had
yesterday for takeaway?  Strange that that will have been my last meal."
Sally placed Mike's breakfast on the table, sitting down with her cup of
tea.

   "That tortellini was pretty good, at least the carbs will keep you going
today, you will need your energy." Mike sat down and started to eat his
breakfast.  "Mmmm, this bacon is great, I got this from work last week."
Mike saw into Sally's big eyes.  "Whoops, sorry, that is probably a bit
rough for you this morning." He tried to change the subject.  "So did you
sleep OK?"

   "Not really.  I felt kind of uneasy.  And don't be sorry, you are not
being rough on me.  Well, not yet."

   Mike pushed another mouthful of bacon into his mouth.  "Sorry to hear
that, dear.  So you are all ready for today then?  Had a shower and all
that then?"

   Sally started to be annoyed again.  "Yes, I am ready.  Don't worry, I
will not embarrass you."

   Mike looked at her and pushed the last piece of bacon around his plate
"I know that you will not embarrass me.  It is just that this is quite a
strange situation for both of us.  It is quite often I do women I know at
work.  But not normally my wife."

   "Nice you see it that way too." Sally took a sip of tea.  "So, are you
going to drive with me to work?"

   "Yes, I will drive you down.  But you will have to go in the livestock
entrance.  Can't do you any real favors on that one, I'm sorry."

   "I know.  Don't worry, I'll be fine." Sally touched his cheek with her
hand and smiled at her husband, relieved that he showed a little emotion to
her.

   Mike smiled at her.  "I will miss you.  And I know you will make me
proud today."

   He moved his hand to touch her shoulder, ran it slowly down her arm, to
her hand.  As they held hands, Sally could not suppress a little tear
swelling up in her eye.  As he saw the tear rolling down her cheek Mike
wiped it away with his hand.  Sally tried to escape the situation by
standing up and starting to remove the dishes from the table.  Mike watched
his wife move as she cleared the table.  He had always liked to watch her
move.  The sway of her hips and her ass with the curves of her waist.  Her
nice long legs appearing out from the short bathrobe.  He felt himself
getting hard.  He stood up and walked behind Sally as she placed some
dishes in the dishwasher.  He laid his hands on her hips, his hard cock
pressed between her butt cheeks.

   "Damn, you are a fine piece of work!"

   "Yesterday you said you wanted to collect some of that work.  What will
you take?" Sally asked, trying to appear neutral and composed.

   "You mean what will I request on the form that comes with your
notification letter?"

   "Oh, I didn't really see that.  But yes, what will you want?"

   He put his arms around her, feeling the flesh of her body.  "Well, we
are low...  Well, I will be low on back steaks and rump steaks." Mike
reached down and squeezed her ass.  "Mmmm, yes, there are some pretty good
steaks there.  And I will definitely request your cunt fillet, and a couple
of pounds of bacon.  And probably one of your legs for a roast."

   "One of my legs." Sally sighed.

   "Yes, if you make the parts department then we do leg roasts if the
quality is really good.  Otherwise we just turn them into steaks.  I feel
yours are top notch." Mike pushed his hand between the open of the
bathrobe. His hands softly rubbed her inner thighs, feeling the warmth of
her legs and the softness of her body, slowly starting to make its way up
her leg.

   His words reminded her again of what is ahead, but his touch awoke a
desire in her to feel her body as long as it was hers.  Mike rested his
other hand on her belly as he started to kiss her neck.  Sally moaned
softly at the familiar touch, like she had felt so many times before in the
morning.  So comfortable, it never made her want to be anywhere else, but
she needed to go soon today.  He ran his hand up her belly and started to
caress her breast, feeling it in his hand and teasing her firm nipple with
his fingers.  Mike slipped the bathrobe off his wife's shoulders, and
gracefully she allowed it to fall down.  Turning around and standing naked
in front of him, once again, she knew this body was his, in every way.  She
shivered at his touch, thinking of the next time he will touch her.  Mike
moved in close, feeling his hard cock rubbing up against her skin.  His
hand moved down her body, fingertips teasing the smooth skin of her belly
and moving down lower.  He knew it would be there last time as husband and
wife.  Sally was leaning against the kitchen bench, letting his touch
happen to her, taking all the sensation into her.  As this was her last
day, she wanted to feel every detail, every brush of his hand.

   Sally whispered softly: "Make me feel like I am your wife.  Just once
more."

   As his hands moved down her body Mike allowed the rest of him to follow.
Sally took his hand into hers, lead it down her body, over her thighs, to
her pussy, for him to feel her arousal.  Under her guidance his fingers
brushed over her pussy lips and felt her warmth.  His middle finger pressed
into her slit to feel her wetness.  His lips start to kiss down her chest,
brushing his mouth over the top of her breast and moving towards her
nipple. Mike felt the hunger to take his wife's nipples into his mouth, he
felt the hunger to taste her.  Sally closed her eyes and moaned louder,
feeling the pleasure rising in her body.  Mike's fingers started to explore
between her legs, spreading her lips and pushing further.  He listened to
her breathing change as his fingers probed and teased her inner women.  He
wrapped his lips around her nipple and started to roll the little hard
organ around with his tongue, teasing with his teeth, and gently biting her
nipple.  Sally shivered at his little bite.  Would it be him to have that
nipple?  Or a random stranger?  As much as she wanted to, she couldn't get
the thought of her immanent slaughter out of her mind.

   She hugged him tight and whispered into his ear: "Take me now.  I want
to feel you."

   Mike moved his hips to push his hard cock between his wife's legs.  The
head of his cock touched her outer lips and his fingers spread them to
allow him entry.  His cock rested on your entrance to her pussy, and he
slowly pushed himself in.  Felling his desires taking over, he pushed the
whole length of him into her.  She gasped as she felt him enter her.  She
hugged him tight and wrapped her legs around him, her butt resting on the
bench.  He could feel her hot breath as she bit his ear.  He tasted nice
too.  She gave thought of blowing him one last time, but how embarrassing
would it be if somebody would find his cum inside of her.  Everybody would
think she was a slut.

   The butcher moaned as he felt her cunt muscles slide along the length of
his shaft, her inner warmth and tightness driving him wild.  He pushed his
hips as far as he could to get as deep into her as possible, to feel her
ride his cock.  He reached around her and grabbed a handful of her ass as
they started to work a rhythm together, just like it had always been. 
Sally moaned louder and wilder, no reason to hold back.

   As they fuck on their kitchen bench Mike couldn't help but look into
Sally's eyes.  He saw his wife making love to him in their house, but also
the scared little girl that will climb onto the killing block later today.
She would look at him as he took her down the slaughter line.  He closed
his eyes and pushed deep into her, enjoying the wetness of her pussy and
thoughts in his head.  As their eyes meet, Sally saw into his soul, the man
who loved her, the man that would kill her.  She too closed her eyes and
focus on the wild pleasure growing deep down inside of her.

   "I promise I will do you clean." He whispered into her ear as he leaned
into her and started to listen to her body.  Her moaning was driving him
wild and he was close to cuming.  He wanted her to join him as well and
listened to her signs, noticing that she held her breath as he moved into
her.  Sally's heart was racing fast.  She wanted to take it all into her,
this moment of pleasure, this moment of life.  She tried to suppress her
orgasm, to hold it back, just a little while longer, as if she was safe as
long she was in his embrace.  Mike slowed his rate to allow her to enjoy
the moment, long and deep thrusts.  He pushed you up into the bench a
little more and started to push a finger into her asshole to heighten the
moment.  He focused on not cuming while enjoying her body.

   As he pushed into her asshole Sally gasped again.  She tried to catch
her breath, as she felt him thrusting inside of her, again and again.  She
couldn't hold it any longer and let out a scream as she cumed.  As she
screamed Mike felt her pussy muscles go into spasm, he held her tight
against himself as he exploded into her for the last.  Sally melted into
his arms.  She felt him cuming inside of her.  For a moment they were
making love, like they used to do.  For a moment she was his wife again. 
But then she slowly remembered what awaited her today.

   Mike gave her a big hug.  "Hey, it is almost time." He whispered to her.
"We should better get going."

   "Oh dear, give me a second to clean up." Sally rushed into the bathroom,
trying to clean herself up.  Just a quick jump into the shower, washing the
sweat of her skin, and his cum from between her legs.  "Oh No!  I look like
a mess!"

   Mike walk into the bathroom.  "Hey, don't worry too much about the
cleaning.  We'll give you a good cleaning afterwards.  There is lots of
other stuff to wash off at the end.  So let's get your hair done and off we
are."

   Sally had it all laid out so thoughtfully, how she wanted to look, what
impression she wanted to leave behind.  It angered her everything turned
into a rush now.  Quickly but carefully she dressed in the clothes she had
chosen before, while Mike walked into the bedroom and threw his work
uniform on, and collected his personal set of knives to take with them.  As
Sally left the bathroom she saw the knives on the bed.  She had seen them
often, she knew she will soon see them again, but in her hurry she decided
to ignore them.

   "How do I look?"

   "You look hot enough, let's go to the car." Mike gave her a pat on the
ass and directed her out of the door.  "Don't worry, I will finish the
dishes tonight when I get home." He smiled at the thought of the sex they
just had, but saw the haste in his wife.  "Hey, don't stress!  I know that
this is hard but the plant is all set out to make this as bearable as
possible.  You just have to relax and let this happen.  I know that this
sounds pretty mean but you belong to the state now and they are in control
of what happens from here on.  Well, and I'll suppose I will play a large
part in it."

   "OK OK, just remember this is my first time getting slaughtered,
alright?"

   "Yep, just like all the other girls.  This is definitely a first for all
of them too.  The only thing you really have to worry about is if the
butcher has his knives well sharpened.  And as I know your butcher very
well you have nothing to fear.  You have watched me sharpen my knives lots
of times at home and you know what their blades can do."

   "Oh god." Sally suddenly felt week in her stomach again, like it was
turning inside out.  She was glad she hadn't eaten this morning.

   Mike placed an arm around her shoulder as they approached the car, he
pressed the button to unlock it and opened the door for Sally.

   "Thank you, gentleman." Sally was suspicious about his sudden return of
manners, he hadn't held up her door in a long time.  She sat down on the
passengers' seat with an all too obvious frown on her face.  Mike closed
the door and stepped around the drivers' side and jumped in and started the
car.  He backed out of the driveway as he did every morning, although this
was very different morning for Sally.  She would see the house for the last
time.  There is mail in the letter box that she will not get.  Lawns she
won't get to bug him to mow anymore.  She looked at their house in the
review mirror and wondered about these things.  It felt so weird, like
driving away from her life.

   Mike reached for the radio but decided against it.  "Let's just enjoy
the ride.  So, any last questions?" He turns to look at her.

   "Have you thought about a new wife yet?"

   "Hm, to be honest this has happened pretty quick for me too.  I might
just enjoy being single for a while and have some fun." Mike feels the cold
stare of his wife.  "Uuummm, that is after some time to get over you not
being here of course.  So are you still comfortable with me doing the
processing?  I'm a very good butcher, but I understand that this is a big
day for you and I want it to go smoothly." Mike stopped at the lights and
then turned onto the road that leads to the slaughterhouse.

   Sally wondered if it wouldn't be easier after all to be slaughtered by a
total stranger.  As his wife she was used to being his equal, not to say
his boss.  It was hard for her to adapt to the new situation, maybe it
would be easier with some stranger with state authority.  Maybe she didn't
want him to remember his wife that way, like an ordinary sow on a conveyor
line.  But she knew he was honest in trying to make it easier for her, and
she didn't want his co-workers to have `fun' with her.

   "I don't want to put you into a difficult situation.  If you feel
comfortable with this, I would like you to do me.  I know you will try to
help me through.  But if this too weird on you, I'll understand."

   "To be honest this sort of feels like my first day on the job again.  I
keep thinking back to my first girl."

   "What was she like?"

   "She was young, around 18 or 19 I guess, with brown eyes and dark hair.
She looked at me sort of pleading with her big tearful eyes as she climbed
on the block, trying to be brave but just a young girl trying to make sense
of her impending slaughter.  I felt I was good enough to take her life in a
professional and humane manner, I owed her that much.  It sort of feels
like that with you.  I want to do the absolute best for you."

   "And did it work out well?"

   "Well sort of, I mean in our line of work we don't get complaints.  But
I started slow and a bit nervous, so I cut her less than necessary.  In the
end I just stopped trying to be nice and do the cuts I was taught.  Then it
all improved and she was hanging their nicely bleeding out.  After that it
all came right."

   As they approached the slaughterhouse Sally start to breathe hard, and
she wondered if Mike could hear her heart beating.  "So do you think you
can do the cuts you were taught on me?"

   "Definitely, as I am a lot older and wiser now." Mike laughed as he
thought of how Sally always told him he was so childish.  "And I can do the
process without thinking now, so I will just let the instinct take over."

   Mike pulled into the car park of the slaughterhouse and into his usual
space.  He hopped out, grabbing his knives from the back seat.  "Let's go
sexy.  And yes, you look super hot and fuckable!"

   "Thank you, sweetheart." Sally replied with an obviously fake smile as
she got out of the car and slammed the door.  Sally looked around, and was
surprised by the dullness of that simple brick building she was supposed to
lose her life in.

   "You see, over to this side is the office block and worker entrance. 
Over there is the girls' entrance.  And those on the side of the building
are truck ramps for loading out the meat later." Mike explained the
building to Sally like she was just a visitor taking a tour.  A lot of cars
pull up at the girls' entrance, along with the number 12 bus from town with
all the girls that couldn't get a ride out.

   "Will you walk with me for a while, or is this good bye?"

   "I can walk you to the girls' entrance.  I still have 8 minutes before I
have to clock in."

   "OK, nice."

   As they walk to the girls' entrance, Mike laid his arm around Sally and
gave her a kiss on the cheek.  "You will do fine today and I will make sure
I'll be the one to slaughter you."

   As they get close to the girls' entrance they see a large variety of
women entering the building.  Some crying, some angry, others just resigned
to their fate.  Some of them appear to be in their late thirties, others in
their late teens.  There is a variety of dress and clothing.  Some girls in
plain, others in stylish outfits, some even completely naked already.  They
must have decided to save the hassle.  All the girls were looking at each
other, their eyes looking for help and understanding, and looking in fear
at the guy in uniform approaching.  Mike ignored the other girls, apart
from Sally this is just an ordinary day.  Not so ordinary for the girls of
course.

   He led Sally to the door, and pointed her to a desk inside.  "Go talk to
Jess and tell her that you are with me.  She will take care of all the
rest."

   "How long will it be until we see each other again?  I mean, from now
on?"

   "It takes about 30 minutes to 2 hours depending on the quality of girls
and how composed you all are.  Only girl causing a scene can slow things
right down." His voice became serious.  "Don't put up a fight.  All that
happens is you get a .22 caliber slug to the back of your head and you will
be dragged off to dog food." A couple of girls overhearing their
conversation started to cry before rushing inside.

   "I will be brave, I promise." She hugged him and gave him a quick kiss
on the mouth.  "So then this really is goodbye."

   "To the women who was my wife, yes.  I will see you on the other side as
a meat cow.  I know you will be brave." With these words, Mike turned
around and started to walk away from his wife.

   In this silent moment, Sally took a good look at the world she was about
to leave.  She looked at the sky and the clouds, felt the warm sun on her
skin, heard leaves rustling in the trees, breathed the fresh air.  One last
time, before she would disappear in the dull brick building.

   "Mike!  Wait a second!" Sally ran a few steps and pulled him back.  She
stripped her wedding ring of her finger and handed it to him.  "So it
doesn't get lost." Mike took it in his hand and looked at it.  "I promise I
will keep it safe and treasure it." She gave him another kiss on the cheek
and walked inside, without turning back.




:: to be continued ::