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   the final chapter...  it will be a little colder and darker as we face
the inevitable...





   A Personal Touch - The Butchery of Sally

   by Valeska





   Chapter 3: the final station

   "Hi, my name is Jess." The receptionist of the slaughterhouse sounded
friendly and polite.

   "Hi, I am Sally.  Sally Smith.  Nice to meet you."

   "Oh, you are Mike's wife, right?  Didn't we meet last your on the
company picnic?"

   "Ah, sure, now I remember." Sally smiled politely, trying to remember
the petit brunette.

   "Don't worry, honey, it's OK to be nervous, but I can assure you
everything will go smoothly." She pulled up a clipboard from a large stash
on her desk.  "Sally Smith.  Here it is.  You'll have to fill in this form.
Most of your details are already on the sheet, you just need to tick them
as correct, and sign on the bottom right." Sally took the form and started
to check her details.  Name, Date of Birth, Place of Birth.  She was
surprised there was no box for Date of Death or Place of Death, she could
have filled them already too.  Hair color, eye color, skin color, bra size,
height, weight alive, weight dressed out.

   "Wait.  What does that mean, weight dressed out?"

   "Oh I'm sorry honey, you don't need to fill that in, that will be filled
in later.  Just leave those blank you don't know."

   Sally signed the form and handed it back to Jess.  "What happens now?"
Sally tried to be as polite as possible.

   "Please head over to the waiting line over there.  Once the meat
inspectors are ready they will take you into the grading and preparation
area.  Don't worry, it is only a 5 to 10 minute wait."

   "OK." Sally did as she was told, thinking to herself she wouldn't mind
waiting longer than 5 to 10 minutes.

   There are about 12 girls already in line.  Some are talking quietly,
others are just waiting in silence.  Falling into old social habits, Sally
greeted the girl in front of her with an awkward smile.

   "Hi, I'm Sally."

   The young blond looked nervously at Sally.  "Hi.  Nice day, isn't?"

   "Yes, a nice day indeed."

   Both women were lost for words, embarrassed by the situation.  What are
you supposed to talk about when you are standing in line to be slaughtered?
Everything that might be said or asked could make the situation even more
uncomfortable.

   "So, what's your name?"

   "My name is Steph and I am 21.  But I don't suppose that matters
anymore. And I'm not sure I why told you my age." She shuffled her feet.

   "I'm 30.  But I guess that's not important anymore too." Sally felt
sorry for Steph, as she had enjoyed a few precious years that the younger
girl would not be allowed to have.  "Don't worry Steph, I'm sure everything
will be ok."

   "So do you have a boyfriend?  I had no one to spend my last night with."
As she started to cry Sally took her into her arms.

   "I am married.  Or I used to be married.  My husband works here as a
butcher."

   "So is he going to do you then?  That would be strange, wouldn't it?"

   "Totally strange.  But he promised it will be clean and quick, so I hope
he'll do me."

   "I can't believe that today is my last day.  There were lots of things I
still wanted to do."

   "There is so much I wanted to have done too.  But you can't fight it,
it's our fate as women." Sally gave her a tight hug and a few pats on the
back, trying to calm her down.

   "Yes I suppose you are right, do you think your husband could do me as
well?  He sounds nice, especially if he is willing to do his own wife so
she has a quick slaughtering."

   "I think that depends on our grading.  But I guess you have a body
similar to mine, so he might do us both."

   Steph smiled.  "That would be nice.  Maybe we could stick together
through the process?  I would like that." She shuffled her feet again.  "I
hope you don't mind?"

   "No, that would be nice." Sally took her hand into hers and smiled at
her, still trying to give the young girl comfort, but the warm touch of
Steph's hand comforted Sally too.

   Steph looked at her new found friend with relief.  "Thank you." she
whispered as she gave Sally a gentle kiss on the lips.

   The door in front the line opens and a bell rings.  A soft female voice
is heard from speakers throughout the room, much like the announcer on an
airport.

   "Please proceed into the next room."

   Sally felt the awful feeling in her stomach return as the door opened
and the line started to walk.  Now it begins.  Steph and Sally walked
inside, holding hands.  The door led to large circular room that was light
so brightly that it took a few moments for them to adjust their eyes. 
There were small individual units alongside the walls and a giant bin in
the centre of the room full of clothing.  There was already quite a bit of
clothing in the bin, many girls must have passed through here today.  Sally
noticed the armed guards discreetly placed in the room and sighed.  Steph
took a look at the bin and stopped silently.

   "What's wrong?  Sally asked.

   "That jacket.  It's my friend's favorite.  She was also told to report
today.  She didn't want to come down with me as she thought it would be too
hard if we were together, too emotional" Tears were swelling back in her
eyes.  "So I guess she is gone now?" Sally placed her arms around her. 
"Yes, it seems like she has already been processed.  You should be happy
for her, it's all over for her now."

   "Just meat, right?  Seems all so unfair for us girls!"

   "Yes I know."

   A bell rings, and the female announcer is heard again: "Please select an
unit and remove all your clothing.  Please take your clothing to the center
of the room, and wait in line at the door on the opposite side of the room.
Thank you for your cooperation."

   Steph tried to compose herself.  "OK, damn it!  I'm not going to give
them the satisfaction of going out with my head hung down.  I'm going to
face this head on.  Bring it on!  I will be the best meatgirl possible!"
With these words she moved into a unit and started to get undressed.

   Sally was impressed with the sudden display of courage by the much
younger girl.  But would it matter?  The brave would be slaughtered
alongside the cowardly, the blade would not know the difference.  Sally
sighed and walked to an unit.  She slowly took her clothes of and carefully
folded them together.  It shivered her, but not only from the cold
temperature.  The room was filled with sound of women undressing.  `This is
it' she thought to herself.  She will never wear clothes again.  Naked
women were staring at each other.  Some tried to hide their nakedness with
their hands, others had ceased to care.  Sally knew they were all meat now.
She knew it would be silly to try to hide something, so she simply stood
there naked and tried to keep her composure.  She saw Steph carrying her
clothes to the bin and followed the herd.  Sally carefully placed her
cloths on the wild pile of other girl's belongings.  She took a little time
to look at the pile, what pieces she might have liked, what pieces were
rubbish.  She liked those shoes.  Soon the clothes of other girls will
cover hers as well.

   Steph taps her on the shoulder.  "Let's go get in line." She started to
walk off towards the door on the opposite side of the room.  Sally followed
Steph, with a good view on her wiggling ass.  `She is such a nice girl',
Sally thought to herself, `She could have had so much fun.'

   Shortly after all girls had got in line, the bell rang again and the
door opened.  "Please proceed into the next room." Along with the other
girls of the herd, Steph and Sally walked into the new room that resembled
a doctor's office.  The room was divided in two parts identically equipped,
with two women in lab coats and one guard on each side.  A line was formed
at each of the two stations, with Steph and Sally being the first on the
left line.  A red haired woman appearing to be in her mid thirties walked
towards Steph.

   Steph greets her with a smile: "Hi there."

   "Hello.  How is your day so far?" She starts to look over Steph's body.

   "Uhm, quite good, I guess."

   "Fine.  I am one of the grading officers of this facility, I will
determine the quality of your meat and decide how it will be processed."

   The grading officer touched Steph's face, opening her mouth and having a
look at her teeth, like you would examine a horse.  She touched her
shoulders, and then took a firm grip on both breasts.  She turned Steph
around and did the same, running her hands over her back, squeezing her
butt cheeks.  Letting her hands run down her legs, feeling her meat right
down to her ankles.

   "Good.  Please step up on the block now.  Please put your feet onto the
slots and bend over.  Yes, that's fine.  OK, now spread your butt cheeks
for me."

   Sally watched the scenery with fascination, wondering about how that
woman must views her job, what she feels for the girls whose fate she
decides, if she is eligible for the lottery too, and how she would feel if
her number was drawn.  Steph did as she was told, trying to as brave as her
friend Sally.  The grading officer checked Steph's pussy with a practiced
professionalism, pushing two fingers inside of her, checking her response
on the feel of her inner flesh, then analyzing the smell and her taste by
licking her fingers.  She took careful notes on her clipboard, before she
repeated the procedure on Steph's anus.  `She must have a perverted joy her
job', Sally thinks to herself.

   "OK, please move to the weight station." Steph complied with the
officers commands.  A final note on the clipboard, and it was handed to
younger woman at a desk, who typed it into a computer.  The senior grading
officer had a look at the screen and nodded silently before signing a sheet
being printed from the computer.  The note was handed to the guard, who
selected the correct branding iron according to the grade declared on the
sheet.  This would be modern brand, no hot fires required anymore.  The
laser maker just burned the top layer of Steph's skin quite painlessly, one
brand on her shoulder and one on her butt cheek.  Steph turned around so
sally could read her grade, a B+.  Sally smiled at her and blinked an eye.

   "OK.  Next!" The officer turned towards Sally and started to inspect
her. With the same routine touches she made her evaluation of Sally's meat.
She felt a sense of humiliation as the officer's cold hands squeezed her
body.  Feeling her not like the person she was, but the parts she was to
become.  But she didn't want to appear sillier then that much younger girl
before her, so she stood silently and let everything happen to happen to
her.  `I hope she gets her number drawn tomorrow.' Sally thought to
herself.

   "OK, please setup on the block.  Feet into the slots, legs spread and
bend forward.  Then grab your butt cheeks with your hands please.  This
will only take a moment."

   The grading officer's politeness angered Sally even more.  But she
swallowed her pride and spread her butt checks.  Sally gasped as she was
entered, she could feel the officer reaching right inside her and feeling
all around, and she heard the sound of fingers being licked and notes being
made on the clipboard.  She wondered if this had been the last time she
felt a human touch inside of her.

   "Alright, please move over to the weigh station."

   Sally was weighed and final notes were being made.  The senior grading
officer and her assistant seemed to have a discussion as they fed the
computer with her statistics, Sally could not overhear them, but she could
see the older woman shake her head.  She nervously watched the piece of
paper being printed and handed to the guard.  All her life, all she has
ever been and all she ever will be, will be spelled out in a simple grade.
She hoped it would spell an A, like Mike had promised.  If she had to give
herself as meat she wanted the comfort of being the best meat there was. 
She is roughly handled by the man who burned her grade into her skin.  The
pain was short, but the humiliation of being labeled would last for the
rest of her life.  As he released her from his grip, she looked down on
herself, and could just make out the final result on her butt: B+ Sally
felt an inner rage rise, the humiliation, the disappointment, to die to be
second class meat, that this would be how she was remembered.

   As the guard approached to escorts her of the grading station, the
redhead grading officer discreetly walked up to Sally, and whispered in her
ear:
"Mike works the B+ line today.  You wouldn't have gotten any other

grade."

   "Thank you."

   "Take care." The grading officer smiled understandingly at Sally as she
was walked away.

   Sally calmed down, touched by the unexpected kindness of the grading
officer, and relieved that at the prospect of being butchered by her
husband.  But a part of her was still bothered she would be forever a B+
meat grade.

   After being graded all women formed a disciplined line at the next door.
As the door opens, they all slowly walk into the next room.  It sinks into
Sally's mind that this might be the final door.  They enter into a large,
factory like hall.  Two young women in lab coats are standing at the head
of several lanes, metal rails separate the different routes to the
slaughter lines.  The two young women looked upon each meatgirls grade and
briefly examined them by touch again, and then directed the girls to their
appropriate lanes.  Sally wondered about the job of those girls, directing
others which way to die.  About three girls in front of her Sally noticed
Steph.  She was directed into lane 2.  Slowly but inevitably the line moves
forwards.  As Sally approached the women they direct the girl in front of
her into lane 5.  The voluptuous brunette with a C- on her butt started to
cry.  She knew that she had been selected for the pet food lane.  That was
all that she was good for now, not even good enough for human consumption.
`Poor thing', Sally thought.

   Sally was handled by one of the women, why turned her around to have a
look at her grade, and felt her body all over as if to make sure it was not
a type error.

   "B+, lane 2." Looking almost bored with the whole process, as if sending
girls to their deaths has become mundane, she directed Sally to her death.

   "Oh, I am sorry, well, you have to know my husband, Mike Smith, he works
here as a butcher.  Will he work this line today?" Sally spoke shy and
polite, knowing that she wasn't supposed to talk at all.

   The young woman looked around nervously, she wasn't supposed to speak to
meat either.  She lean in and whispered: "Yes, this is his line.  You are
lucky, he's a good butcher and I bet a good husband.  He always has a joke
for us girls.  I hope that when I'm not longer needed here and get my
papers he will be able to do me too." The second woman looked at them
suspiciously.  "Anyway, please move on, before I get in trouble."

   Sally whispered a `Thank you' and smiled at her.  It was like a weight
lifted off her chest, finally she was sure he would do her.  Steph was now
in right in front of her waiting in line 2.

   "Hi Steph, everything alright?"

   "Hi again.  Well this is it then." The look in her eyes had faded and
the scared little girl was back.

   Sally wrapped her arms around her.  "Yes, this is it.  Be brave. 
Remember you wanted to be the best meatgirl here." Sally placed a kiss on
her cheek as Steph cuddled into her arms.  "My husband works this line.  He
is the best.  We are in good hands."

   Steph looked up.  "Your own husband is going to slaughter you?"

   "Yes he is.  I know it's weird, but I'm glad he does." As they talk the
line slowly moves forward.

   "Yes, if you say he is good then that is all we can ask for.  Will he
make it quick?  I don't know if to believe the stories of what is done to
us in the slaughtering part.  Do they gut us before or after they slit our
throats?

   Sally saw into her desperate eyes and couldn't help herself but lie. 
"They will slit our throats first, and wait `till we're gone before they
further process us.  That's how my husband has told it to me.  It will be
quick, don't worry."

   Steph sighs with relief.  "Thank you."

   Again the line moved forward, and revealed the view of a woman climbing
onto a table and meat hooks being inserted into her feet, then she was
pulled into the air.  A cold shiver hushed over Sally's body as she watched
the cruel act.  The line moves forward again leaving only one girl in front
of Steph.

   "Sally, do you know where you can go to the toilette in here?"

   "Don't worry about that, there is no time."

   Sally took her hand and held it tight at the scene now completely
unfolding in front of them.  At the end of the line there is another woman
in a lab coat helping the meatgirls onto the table.  A young looking man
was cutting their ankles with a knife before positioning the meat hooks and
sliding the girls onto the conveyor line.  Sally noticed a puddle starting
to form between Steph's legs.  She has lost control and pee was running
down her legs.

   Sally leaned in and whispered into her ear: "It is alright.  Don't worry
about that.  That's ok in here."

   The worker girl at the front noticed the scene and picked up a hose. 
"Control yourself!", she commands, "We have hygiene standards to maintain
here!" Cold water hit Steph at full force and washed away the mess from
between her legs and the floor.  Sally placed her arm around Steph, for her
to feel her comfort and for her not to fall down at the strength of the
hose.  The cruelty of the worker girl angered Sally, but she swallowed it
down, for Steph's and her own sake.  The last girl in front of them was
lifted into the air and now it was Steph's turn, the girl with the hose
motioned her forward.

   "Be brave!  You can do it!" Sally tried to encourage the girl that was
still shaking from the cold water.

   Sally then saw something that wasn't explained by Mike.  Steph is made
to stand in a tray of liquid up to above her ankles.  She waited there for
about a minute before she was told to mount the table.  Sally watched as
her naked body crawled onto the steel plate.  She hoped so much it would be
over for her soon.  The worries about her made Sally blissfully take her
mind of her own fate.  Steph looked small and all alone as the young
butcher took hold of her ankles and pressed his knife through the side of
her foot.  She didn't seem to react too badly.  He inserted the meat hook
and then moved on to the other foot.  While this was happening Sally is
directed forward to stand in the tray of liquid.  It felt cold as ice as
she stepped inside.

   "What is this?" Sally asked the worker girl.

   "Quiet, meat!  You will find out."

   Sally looked down in shame before turning to watch Steph.  The second
hook was pushed through her ankle and she was hoisted into the air and
pushed a few feet along the line.  Sally stared with wide eyes as she saw
Mike taking her hands and starting to tie them off.  It is all like he
explained.  He was standing there in a white overall with blood on the
front and his knives in a pouch on the side.  Sally saw the man she had
married, the man she never truly knew before, doing what is his.  Steph was
just another nameless meat cow to him.  She wondered if he would take
notice of his wife at all.  Mike turned Steph around and pushed her down
the line to the next station, too busy to notice who was next in line. 
Sally felt glad Steph made it onto the line.  Now she was just a passenger.
She hoped Steph would not hate her when Mike cut her belly open.

   The worker girl ordered Sally onto the table.  She hardly hear the
command, it was like a distant ringing, as she watched her former friend
being taken away by her former husband.  Sally slowly climbed onto the
table.  Its edges were cold, but its center was warm from all the girls who
lay here before this day.  She stretched her feet towards the butcher and
took a deep breath.  She could hear her heart pumping.  The young butcher
took hold of her feet and with the practice that comes from doing something
many times a day he pressed the small blade through the soft back of her
ankle between the Achilles tendon and the bone.  Sally felt a short sharp
pinch, but not the terrible pain she expected.  She looked surprised at the
butcher and as he was reaching for the meat hook he explained:

   "The liquid numbs the area.  You are not supposed to be in pain at this
stage in the process.  Best to have the meat relaxed for as long as
possible.  Now hold still."

   `At THIS stage of the process', she thought to herself as he pushed the
meat hook through and reached for her other ankle.  The little sharp knife
dug in again, and suddenly she had two hooks through her ankles.  He
activated the raise button.  She could feel the cold hooks in her feet. 
Meat on hooks.  As she was lifted up, she could feel the pressure to the
cut, but not much pain.  Slowly her world turned upside down.  She felt
confused, and breathed faster and heavier, fear started to take control of
her.  She gasped as she left the table, hanging upside down on the hooks.
The butcher pushed her to the collection point for Mike to take her
further. Sally was shaken from being pushed around upside down, but as she
slowly regained her sense of orientation she notices Mike down the line
working on Steph.  He stood with his back to his wife, blocking her view on
Steph.  But Sally could see that Steph's feet sticking out above his
shoulders suddenly started to kick on the hooks, and as her eyes followed
his body down she noticed large squirts of bright red liquid coming down
between his legs and into a large grate.  Sally remained silent, unsure if
she wanted him to notice her.

   Mike stepped back from Steph and turned to collect his next girl.  Sally
my feelings raged inside as she saw her husband approaching, but she tried
to keep calm on the outside, bit down, breath hard, cold sweat was running
down her body.  She did not know what to fear more, his knife, or him
seeing her like this.  As Mike moved away he revealed a view of Steph
hanging.  Her body convulsing and kicking on the hooks, a large slit across
her throat and her head hung down at an unnatural angle, her chest and
shoulders moved in and out as the blood pulsed from the open wound. 
Sally's eyes widened as she saw Steph's stomach and internal organs hanging
from her body, displayed like an obscene jewelry box.  The blues and grays
of her organs looked out of place against the healthy brown and pinks of
her skin.  Her tits which were so firm and perky a few moments ago now hung
and sagged, her nipples strained against the down ward pull of gravity. 
The young women's most tender and prized assets hung lifelessly and ready
to be sliced off for someone's evening meal.  She was meat.

   In a few moments this would by Sally, and she nearly fainted at the
unreal thought.  She stared at Steph's deformed body.  `So this is it', she
thought to herself, `This is what we'll all become.  This is the sense of
our lives.' Mike grabbed the next ropes attached to the conveyor line, not
noticing that this meatgirl might be different from any others.  As the
insanity of the situation became too much for Sally to process, she
couldn't help but laugh.

   Mike paused.  He recognized the laugh.  He stared at the body in front
of him, healthy, naked, hanging from its ankles, vulnerable and exposed,
waiting for his cruel actions to end her life and their marriage.  Sally
knew it was all over now.  She would be meat.  She was meat.  It is set in
stone.  She calmed as she faced the inevitable, and smiled at Mike.

   "So, any last words for your wife?"

   "Last words?  Uhm, well I love you.  And wish that we have had more
time." Mike was not used to talking to his work.  "So, how has it all gone
so far, have they all been nice to you?"

   Sally felt amused by the dullness of the conversation.  "They have all
been very nice, you have good co-workers." She didn't want to badmouth the
girl with the hose.

   "Yes they are.  Did you meet Jenny at the table?  She is very nice,
don't you think?"

   "You fancy her?" A touch of jealousy swung in Sally's voice.

   "Yes I do.  We had a nice breakfast together this morning before the
shift started." As he talked he casually started to work on the meatgirl.
He grabbed Sally's left arm and twist it around her back, and then grabbed
her right one, holding the two together he tied them together with a
plastic rope.

   "Will you date her when I am gone?" The insanity of the situation struck
Sally once again, as her husband prepared to slaughter her and they
discussed her possible replacement.

   "Not sure yet.  Like I said this morning it will be nice to be single
for a while and enjoy the fun that is out there." Mike pushed his current
wife about five feet down the line.

   Sally would have had all good reasons to be angry with Mike, but he was
the man she married for love, and she wanted him to remember that.  "Mike,
I want you to know I have no hard feelings for you.  This is your job.  You
do this for a living.  You did this for our living.  I understand."

   "Glad you understand.  And hey babe, I'm sorry about the grade, but that
was the only way I could make sure that I got you on my line.  I hope you
don't mind, just to let you know this next bit is going to hurt."

   Sally tried to keep her composure, like someone standing in front of a
firing squad.  "It's ok."

   Mike reached over and grabbed a leg spreader.  H placed it between her
knees to open her inner thighs.  Sally closed her eyes and took a deep
breath.  The slaughterhouse was cold, she could feel the air on her skin,
and on her pussy, as it started to react to the excitement.

   "I am going to miss this." Mike gently spread her lips and rubbed her
clit.  "You were great in bed, you know."

   "Thank you, you were great too.  We were a great couple, isn't that
right?"

   "Yeah, we were.  And you cooked a mean chili."

   Sally let out a short laugh.  "You are so crazy, you know that?"

   Mike thought of the good times they had as he rubbed her clit a bit
harder.  He pushed a finger inside of her to see how much she was aroused.
Sally moaned at his touch as he started to fuck her with his finger, still
rubbing her clit.  She started to tremble, her body shaking on the meat
hooks.

   "I'm sorry that I have to slaughter you today.  But I feel happy knowing
that at least it's me who's getting to do you." Mike pushed a second finger
into her pussy.

   "Oooohhhh... Thank you, Mike.  I'm so glad it's you."

   Sally trembled hard on the hooks as Mike leaned over you and ran his
tongue over her clit.  She didn't know how to control her body as she felt
the heat rising inside of her.  She didn't want it to be the last time he
tasted her pussy.

   "It is yours.  You know that.  Take it with you.  Have it for dinner
tonight."

   Mike smiled.  "Definitely!"

   "OOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh..." Sally cried out as she came a very last
time.  She let out a primal scream, like she was giving birth, loud enough
for the whole slaughterhouse to hear her.

   The girl and butcher on the end of the line look down and laugh.  "Hey
Mike, did that one sign up for the VIP slaughtering?"

   "I am a VIP" Sally giggled.

   "Yes you are." Mike placed a kiss on her lower leg.  As he rubbed his
hand across her tasty firm ass he could still feel her body spasm from the
orgasm she just had.

   And it was true, she was a VIP.  She was awarded a few extra minutes and
a last big O just because she was his wife.  If she was some girl, just
like Steph before her or the next girl watching down the line, she would be
cut open and bleeding out now, kicking and bleeding over the open grate. 
For Steph there were no extra pleasure, no last orgasm, not the warm
pleasures of a gentle finger or soft tongue, no last feelings of being
human.  Just the reality of being meat.  Just the cold blade against her
body.  Sally knew she was lucky.  If she was unsure before in her last
moments she was glad it was Mike.  But she felt her time was coming.  One
last orgasm, there would be no reasons for further delays.  Her heart was
beating fast, as she was trying to catch as much air as possible.

   Mike looked down on her.  "Sorry babe, but the time has come and I have
a schedule to maintain.  I do love you though."

   "I love you too."

   She felt the cold air on her skin, it gave her goose bumps.  She felt
cold and anxious again, waiting for his blade.  Mike reached over and took
the large anal hook from the wall.  He turned her to face away from him and
spread her butt cheeks, placing the hook to the entrance of her asshole and
pushing the metal object into her.  Sally tried to relax, but her body
rejected the cold object.  Holding her butt cheeks apart Mike forced the
hook in deep.  Keeping his pressure he reached for her tied hands and
secured them to the anal hook.  With her arms secured out of the way he was
free to proceed.  Sally moaned as she felt the hook entering her bowels. 
Everything was just like Mike had explained to her.  She knew the process
had started, this was all standard drill from now on.  In a sudden rush she
became aware of her helplessness.  Her neck, her belly, everything
vulnerable was exposed to the blade.  Sally looked over to Steph.  She had
stopped convulsing.  In this moment Sally envied Steph, she wished it would
be all over for her too.

   Mike pushed her body down a few feet to the gutting station.  Sally
could see drops of blood all over the floor.  He turned her to face him as
he reached for his gutting knife.  He had sharpened it before his shift
started, wanting to give his wife the best blade.  Sally took a good look
at the gutting knife.  She saw a glimpse of her own reflection in the
blade. So obscene, hanging on meat hooks, naked and exposed.  She closed
her eyes, took a deep breath and held it, waiting for her last ride.

   Mike took the sharp blade and without much ceremony or fuss he made the
first cut.  The blade started between her breasts, slicing the thin skin
right to the bone underneath.  He ran the knife up a few inches until it
hits the soft of her stomach.  The blade felt cold to her the moment it
touched her skin, but the cut felt burning hot as at progressed along her
body.  An excruciating pain followed the line of the knife.  She bit her
teeth together, and let out a silent scream.  Mike gave the blade a small
adjustment as he cut a small hole in the soft flesh of her belly.  He
pushed two fingers insider of her, one each side of the blade, to stop the
intestines from being cut.  Sally felt his fingers, the same fingers that
have been inside of her just moments ago, the familiar touch in such
unfamiliar ways.  She trembled inside from the pain, her heart raced faster
and faster, while she was shacking on the meat hooks.  Mike proceeded to
run the knife up her lovely firm belly, his fingers guiding the sharp
knife. As the red line reached about 6 inches her stomach bag pressed
against his hand and started to pop out, at 8 inches the blue and gray bag
dropped from her body, as did her intestines and liver.  His blade cut
through your belly button, proceeding into her lower belly, the bit he used
to love so much, the path to her womanhood.

   As Sally's instincts took over she tried to fight the inevitable.  She
tried to loosen her hands, but they couldn't escape the hook in her butt.
She still pressed her eyes closed, but she could feel blood dripping onto
her face.  Suddenly her belly felt...  light.  Something strange was
happening, but she couldn't make sense of it, the pain was so intense it
almost drove her mad.  Mike watched as his blade sliced through the smooth
soft skin of her lower belly.  She used to love the feeling of his hands
caressing that part of her body.  Now the blade destroyed all that.  Mike
stopped the cut at her pubic hair line.  He took a nice long look at her
pussy, and of her inner female workings now open to him.  Soon they would
be removed from her body, she would not be needing them again.

   Sally felt his blade had stopped.  How cruel was this man she had
married that he did this for a living.  How cruel was this world that they
ask this thing of them.  She felt so weird, she felt cold inside, cold air
inside of her.  She was starting to feel delirious, rational thought
leaving her, it all blended into burning pain, confusion and fear.  Mike
step back and looked at her body, the body she had nurtured for so long,
all the training and exercise to keep it in good shape.  Now she was
hanging with her stomach hanging out, offal as the called it in the
business.  `A bit of waste, really,' he thought to himself, but that was
the world they were living in and her meat would feed many.

   Mike placed a hand on her butt and pushed her along to the final
station. Well, the last station that she would experience.  As she felt he
was moving her, Sally realized that it must be her guts hanging out that
gave her this strange feeling.  She wanted to vomit but she couldn't.  Her
only wish was for this to be over soon.  Mike stopped her over a large
grate.n He still could see Steph's blood, bright red and wet against the
stainless steel tray that captured all the expelled blood.  He put away his
gutting knife and pulled out the sticking blade, sharpened to perfection
too.

   "Are you ready, my princess?"

   Sally still bit on her teeth to bare all this pain.  But with her last
strength she managed to nod her head at his question.  Mike turned her face
away from him.  Now she was just the same as all the girls he would do
today, tomorrow and until he retired from this line of work.  He looked at
her naked back as he reached down and grabbed her hair, taking a good
handful.  He pulled her head back, exposing her veins and her windpipe, and
prepared to go through the motions.  The helpless meatgirl felt his grip.
Her mind wanted him to give her relief but her body rejected his touch. 
Sally whimpered as she expected the blade.

   As if on auto pilot his hands moved the knife around the front of her
body and the blade aligned itself with her neck.  The long radius of her
neck was fully extended, her chin and jaw stretched to be in line with her
neck.  The moment was close.  Her body breathed and tensed.  He felt the
heavy blade in his hand make contact with her skin.  Sally tried to move
but his firm grip left her no escape.  He took a deep breath.  Again he was
to take the life of a beautiful healthy woman.  He prepared to draw the
blade across her tight exposed neck.  Sally drew her last breath.  Mike
pulled back on her hair and drew the knife across her throat, the blade
cutting through her soft flesh effortlessly.  The sharp edge sliced into
her windpipe and the breath she had been holding onto exploded from her
lungs.  He sliced the blade deep across her neck again, this time cutting
the arteries.  There was a slight delay before the cut arteries started to
gush bright red blood from her open neck.

   Sally felt the blade cutting through her throat, followed by a great
pain that died of quickly.  Her body started to feel numb, she could not
feel her belly anymore.  The cut to her throat felt cold, as she could draw
a little air through her windpipe.  She tasted blood in her mouth.  She
knew it was done.  `Let go Sally, just let go, fade away.' she thought to
herself.  Mike finished his cut as the blade hit her spine.  He held her
throat open to help her drain out.  Her head was pulled right back at an
unnatural angle, her body was kicking and convulsing on the hooks.  She
felt dizzy, confused, the world started turning.  She saw images of her
life, her first day at school, their wedding day, the day her mother was
sent to processing, all fade to red as her blood gushed over her face. 
Slowly it got dark around her.  She knew she was meat now.  This was what
she was intended to be.  And this was how it had happened.  She calmed.  It
was good this way.  There was no pain anymore, just a dripping sound, the
sound of her own blood, slowly fading away too.

   Mike watched as life faded from his wife's body and she became a carcass
for further processing.  He let go of her hair and sliced the ropes holding
her arms.  They dropped lifeless, swaying with the momentum of her body on
the meat hooks.  As he pulled the anal hook out of her ass she let out a
little fart.  "Famous last words." Mike laughed to himself, but for a brief
moment he missed Sally's laughter that now was gone forever.  He gave her
lifeless body a gentle push to the next station.  Another butcher would
take over from here, and down the line another blond was already waiting
for his steel knife.  At the end of his shift he would stop by at the
packing station for the cuts of Sally's meat he had selected.  And maybe he
would invite Jenny for dinner.




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