The truck reversed up slowly onto the back lot of a local street butcher. It was an old style 50’s truck but there was nothing old about this truck; It’s paint job was crisp smooth and shone in the sunshine, it’s wheels were chromed and wide. The driver pulled up the parking brake and threw the truck into Neutral and, judging by the way the engine roared when the driver tapped the gas pedal as he finished parking, the lump under the hood was far from stock and sounded as if it had been tuned to within an inch of its life.
Emblazoned on the side of the truck was the logo for “Stepford Fine Meats” with the slogan “We Deliver” just underneath. The week’s delivery had arrived!
Stepford was a fine town, it was a colonial style American town seemingly stuck in the 1950’s with a wonderful 1950’s style diner smack bang in the middle of town, facing the town park. But the wooden clad houses and white picket fences may have looked nostalgic but much like the truck it’s self, there was more under the hood than expected.
It was just after midday as the delivery truck’s engine was turned off and the driver stepped out. He wore blue pants and a red shirt, matching the van’s company colours and he was here to deliver the weekly meat supply to a local satellite butcher’s store.
He hummed a jaunty tune, an ear worm that had stuck in his head since he turned the van’s radio off and he strolled around to the back of the van. He seemed happy and content and why not? It was a fine day and he was out on the road. No boss breathing down his neck, fresh air, sunshine and the radio playing the latest catchy tunes. He swung open the rear doors of the truck and pulled out an old pallet truck. Clanking it on the ground, he got to work.
He hauled out a couple of wooden crates all marked with the same logo as was on the side of the van. He moved them aside using the pallet truck and then moved out two more. That’s when he hopped into the back of the van directly. There seemed to be some light clanking of chains, some girlish giggling and then he emerged from the back of the truck.
He leaned in to the back of the van, offering his hand inside. A dainty dark skinned hand fell into his and it was shortly followed by a curvy and very naked black young woman. She had long, toned legs and rounded thighs, a thin waist and large rounded, bouncing breasts. She had long curly back hair, green eyes and a beaming smile on her purple, glossy lips. She stepped out of the truck and leant against one of the stacks of crates.
The delivery driver offered his hand once more into the back of the truck and yet another beautiful dark skinned girl emerged with a smile. This one slightly shorter and her black curly hair was tied up. Both girls were more than amply charmed and smiling brightly. They both wore high plat formed heels and nothing else, save from a few golden piercings. Yet they seemed more than happy to be so exposed. “Thatta girl” Smiled the delivery driver as he assisted her out of the van, “Watch your step”. She hopped from the back and her large, rounded breasts jiggled delightfully. The delivery driver’s eyes darted down to the jiggling orbs and his grin broadened. He made sure the girl was settled on her feet before letting go of her dainty digits.
Just then, the heavy steel door of the loading bay swung open and out stepped a much older man. He was taller than the delivery driver but they knew each other very well. “Marcus!” Smiled the old man as he wandered over, his eyes glancing over to the two girls for the briefest of moments as they casually idled at the back of the van, seemingly displaying themselves.
“Jacob! How are you?” smiled the delivery guy as he stepped closer.
The two men knew each other more than just through weekly deliveries. Jacob was Marcus’ uncle; he had gotten him the apprentice position at the Stepford Butcher once he came of age. Marcus was the butcher there at the time but he wanted to start his own shop so left and now orders fresh cuts and pre butchered meat from Stepford’s meat supplier to stock his store.
“Good, good!” Replied Marcus, “Half the day done but I can’t complain.”
“Great!” Replied Jacob, “Now what have you got for me here?” he said, turning slightly to face the four wooden crates.
“Your order; a selection of cuts, one moment, I’ll go find the order sheet and…”
“No no, I know what I ordered..” Jacob cut him off with a laugh and then waggled a boney old finger between to two nude, idling beauties “.. those two? I don’t remember ordering them and besides, I didn’t think you delivered LIVE sows. Mind you, Dark meat? That is a rarity!”
Marcus looked over at the two girls, smiling at him. He then proudly sauntered behind them, leant forward and pulled them in close beside him, wrapping one around each of the girl’s waists.
He gave a light chuckle “This here is Dee,” He said, turning his head to face the shorter girl with the black heels and tied up hair. She flashed him a smile as she fluttered her lashes and then looked towards the older gentleman, “And this is Vanessa.” He then said, giving the other girl a squeeze around the mid-rift.
Both girls smiled brightly and proudly for Jacob as Marcus continued “These two are our fresh new dark meat clones. We have got our hands on some top dark meat DNA and have the rights to produce and now provide these two delicious beauties to our customers.”
Jacob grinned as he eyed the two beauties before him. His eye cast over them as he inspected them visually. “About time!” he chuckled, “Dark meat is getting more popular recently.”
“Exactly, and we have genetically enhanced the natural exotic taste as well as our usual enhancements and today, I have been presenting these two examples of our fine work and taking fresh orders for cuts for next week’s deliveries.”
Jacob scratched his stubbled chin as he eyed the two proudly displayed sows.
“Mind if I inspect that one, um, Dee was it? A little closer?” Asked Jacob, obviously taken a shine to the shorter yet still amply charmed girl.
Marcus grinned and gave Dee a swift yet light swat on the ass “Of course, that is what they are here for.”
Dee skipped over happily to Jacob and he firmly gripped her by the waist and spun her around. Jacob had been in the meat industry for most of his adult life and he saw Dee as nothing more than meat to be inspected and potentially butcher and sell in his store so he was a little firmer, rougher and more ‘no nonsense’ when it came to meat inspections. He rarely engaged the meat girls in conversation and treated them as products to be sold, so his handling of Dee was somewhat firmer.
He lightly but firmly tapped the inside of her heels with his own toes, the universal symbol for meat being inspected to ‘spread ‘em’ and Dee obliged. Leaning over her shoulder, one arm reached up and firmly grasped her round, soft breast. His expert butcher fingers squashed into her soft dark flesh while his other hand, slid down the back of Dee’s ass, angled up and he plunged his middle and ring finger unceremoniously into Dee’s exposed pussy. Dee let out a sudden gasp of arousal as the long pale digits drove inside her while the external fingers bordered her plump lips and squished them against the knuckles of the middle fingers. She proudly pushed out her chest for Jacob’s inspection.
Marcus, on the other hand was a little more, gentle with the girls. He guided Vanessa in front of him and gently ran a hand up to meet her breast while his other snaked down between her thighs to lightly fondle her pierced clit, nestled between a pair of plump dark lips.
“You’ll see they share the same quality as the rest of our product line…” Continued Marcus, “ of course they have their own natural qualities, we have enhanced those qualities and produced a genetically superior product to mere free range sows.
Jacob squeezed Dee’s breast as he plunged his digits roughly into her slippery pussy. Her gentle moans emanated from her plump, dark lips as her green eyes angled to watch the old man peering over her shoulder.
“I’ll never understand how your boffins do it but I can’t argue with the results!” Jacob laughed as he worked his fingers inside the quivering Dee. “There is certainly an appeal to free-range or volunteer meat but this.. this is a quality I can charge premium for and no doubt! This sow’s cunt is tight and soft, it’s practically cumming already!” He noted as he continued to fondle and molest Dee.
Jacob didn’t see meat girls as people, sure they were human but people? No! They were meat and the only reason he used their names was because, as he saw it, that was their product name. He objectified them in every way. He knew nothing else. He respected them enough, sure, but in the same way a carpenter respects the wood, or a welder respects the metal. He never beat the girls or was overly mean, but that was because he understood, happy meat is tasty meat. He always cared for the girls but cared for them as nothing more than livestock. Genetically modified meat girls were the ultimate object, they were created for one reason and one reason alone. He would often thank volunteers and even treat free ranged meat girls as people up until the point they became livestock but these? These girls were always livestock, were created to be livestock so no such pleasantries were ever granted to them.
“Mind if I…” Jacob looked up to Marcus with a smile.
Marcus smiled back, knowing exactly what he wanted.”Of course, that’s what they are here for, full inspections; we want you to be 100% satisfied before placing an order.”
With that, Jacob merely nodded and reached down to unzip his fly behind Dee. He then grabbed a fistful of her long, curly pony tail, spun her around ungraciously and, with one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, and firmly bent her over the stack of nearby crates.
Dee gasped suddenly as his fingers were quickly withdrawn from her quivering cunt, leaving a string of juices swinging from her reddening inner lips. Another gasp came from Dee’s lips as she was manhandled to bend over. She didn’t protest and bent over willingly, it was more the surprise of the firm yanking that startled her.
“Don’t mind if I join in do you uncle?” Chuckled Marcus, “I been seeing these two get fucked all morning and I…”
“Sure! I wont tell your employer!” laughed Jacob, cutting him off. He may well treat these sows as products and mere meat but there was one thing he was all too familiar with; meat girls were good for fucking too!
However, while Marcus bent over Vanessa and angled his fat white cock towards her welcoming plump pussy because he was horny and was chomping at the bit to get his dick wet in one of these fine sows, Jacob was more interested in fucking Dee as part of his inspection. His pleasure from it was just an added bonus!
Jacob edged his crown into Dee and then gripped her shoulder and belly before plunging into her like one of the cheap whores he visited on a Friday afternoon, after the store closed. Again, however, this wasn’t because he was horny or needed to unload, he was inspecting the girl thoroughly.
“This belly meat is perfectly tender!” exclaimed Jacob as he thrust into Dee, slamming his hips against her rounded ass. He held her firmly by the shoulder but she turned her head to watch him as he ploughed into her. “It’ll make some fine dark bacon that’s for sure.”
Dee couldn’t help but smile to herself, hearing this man talk about her meat made her proud and hearing how he would butcher her did turn her on somewhat too. Although, apart from the gentle moans of pleasure from the old man’s dick, she remained silent.
Marcus was, by now, balls deep in the pretty Vanessa. He held on lightly to one of her hips as his thrusts were more gentle and pleasurable. Vanessa’s eyes rolled up as she smiled, enjoying the pleasurable, slow fucking. She’d been fucked most of the morning by various other potential clients, none of whom paid any regard for her pleasure, much like Jacob was doing with Dee, so it was nice to feel the delivery guy inside her taking a more pleasurable approach.
“Indeed!” Replied Marcus, as he continued to pitch the product while hanging out the back of it, “Took some of the dark bacon home the other night myself actually, delicious!” he chuckled.
Jacob continued to ‘inspect’ the moaning Dee, rocking her against the weighty crates piled on the loading dock. Her large plump tits bounced delightfully under her as she smiled. It had been a busy morning for these two meat girls, inspections wherever they showed up. This was the sixth cock she’d taken before 1pm!
“That rump too! Perfect roaster. Alright! I’ll take them!” cackled Jacob.
Marcus chuckled “Alright! They are getting pretty popular. So what shall I put you down for? Processed, un processed, which cuts if processed, how many?…” Marcus smiled as he continued to enjoy Vanessa’s plump, tight pussy.
“No you don’t understand, I’ll take them both.. TODAY!” chuckled Jacob, giving Marcus a sideways smirk.
Marcus grinned and then laughed. He had to pause for a moment as his eyes crossed momentarily and he let a jet of spunk shoot up into Vanessa before regaining his composure and easing himself out of the smiling meat sow.
“Um, These are just sample sows Marcus, I can put you an order in for next week but I can’t sell you these, they have been inspected by various other clients all morning. You know we can’t…” Jacob tried to explain the procedure.
“Yes, yes I know the procedure, so tell me, what’s going to happen to these two ‘samples’ as you put it?!” Marcus asked, not slowing down his thrusting for a second.
“Well, they will be ground up as canned meat this evening because…”
“Seems like a waste of A+ graded meat to me..” Interrupted Marcus again. The two girls didn’t even bat so much as an eye lash upon hearing what fate had in store for them: Taken back to the supply depot, stripped of all piercings, collars and shoes, led over to the grinders and just thrown into the industrial grinder along with other, less than satisfactory meat, sometimes four or five girls at once just thrown to those huge industrial teeth, without being culled first because that would be a waste of time seeing as the grinder would do that too. To be spat out the other end as a paste of mixed meats for pet food.
“Well yes but we our quality standards dictate that….”
“Look I’ll take these two now, you bill me for two A+ unprocessed sows and everyone wins. There aint nothing wrong with these sows, save for there having been a few dicks inside them and it aint like I don’t wash them out thoroughly before I piece them out anyway.” He continued to try to convince Marcus.
“Well throwing them into the grinder at the end of the day does seem like a huge waste of good dark meat just because they got a few loads inside them.” He laughed, zipping up his pants. “Fuck it! Fine! This is the last delivery of the day for me anyway, I’m back on processing this afternoon and it’s not like they keep a record of the sows we toss in the grinders anyway… But don’t you say a word to anyone ok uncle?!”
Jacob laughed, without turning his head away from watching his fat white prick slide in and out of Dee’s hungry little cunny.
“But there is one condition!” grumbled Marcus as he watched his uncle flip Dee over, bringing one of her legs up over his shoulder so he could run his hand up her side and watch those large tits bounce as he continued to fuck the delighted meat girl. “Yeh and what’s that?” He grunted.
“I leave with their heads!”
Jacob shrugged nonchalantly “Can’t sell that delicate meat anyways, not in these parts. Brains, maybe but eyes and tongue? Those are for those posh twats up on the hill.” He chuckled “Sure, whatever, just so long as I get the rest!”
Marcus turned towards the van and started to look for the cleaver in the collection of butcher knives on the inside of the panelling. “ Well I think it’ll be safe for my job if I just toss these in the grinder when I get back, Jesus uncle, you’ll be the death of me one day!” He laughed, nervously.
“Not before We’re the death of these two.” He grinned in return.
That joke made everyone chuckle, even Dee and Vanessa, ”See even the sows don’t wanna end up in the grinder. What proud meat girl wants THAT?!” Smirked Jacob as the two girls smiled and shook their heads.
Vanessa was still bent over one stack of crates but she was leaning her head on one hand, watching Jacob drive his cock up into Dee as he inspected her. “Besides Its not like you are not going to benefit from it too?” Grunted Jacob.
“Oh how so?” Asked Marcus as he returned with his clean, sharp, heavy cleaver and lightly lay a hand on the side of Vanessa’s head with the subtle suggestion that she place her head down against the top of the crates.
“I’m thinking I want these ribs right here for this week’s BBQ..” He said, running his thumb and fingers slowly and deliberately over Dee’s rib cage, pushing his digits between the ribs, feeling the tenderness of the meat between them. Dee smiled proudly as she looked down and watched the butcher’s fingers run over each of her ribs with delicate precision, listening to how they would be pieced out and BBQ’d this very weekend.
“Split in two, a selection of breast and ribs, glazed in your Aunt’s famous BBQ sauce, yes, I think that’s what I’ll do with these.” He smirked as he cupped the underside of Dee’s ample breasts. She looked down at her gently bouncing tits, proudly and imagined them glistening with glaze on a BBQ grille right next to both racks of her own ribs either side. She then looked back up at Jacob with a subtle smile and fluttering lashes. That did sound much better than dog food!
Vanessa lay her head against the wooden crates, also imaging Dee’s ribs and breasts roasting wonderfully on the BBQ grille. ‘I wonder what’s so special about this BBQ sauce’, she thought silently to herself as Marcus looked down at the side of her head, held steady with one hand and raised the cleaver in the other.
“That sauce is legendary,” he chuckled, raising the cleaver high, his eyes fixed squarely on Vanessa’s neck, “Dee’s ribs are going to be all the family talk about after that.” And he brought the cleaver down…..
‘I wonder if it has pineapple in it, I do love the smell of pineapple’ was the very last thought to run through Vanessa’s mind as the razor sharp, heavy cleaver removed her head from her shoulders with a heavy thunk!
Dee even turned her head to watch as the glistening blade fell and she let out a gasp of surprise and sheer delight as the edge neatly took Vanessa’s head clean off and buried it’s self slightly in the wood below. She giggled a little as she watched her fellow meat girl’s jaws drop open and her beautiful green eyes roll up under her eye lids. Her lips curled and eyes sparkled having watched the prelude to her own execution.
“Fuck!” Exclaimed Jacob with a chuckle “This one’s cunt tightened as you did that!” he then looked back to face Dee with a grin as he too had been admiring his Nephew’s handy work “Got ya all excited for the cleaver on your neck too huh?” grinned Jacob as he uncharacteristically engaged a meat sow directly. Dee grinned with excitement and nodded as she ground her hips against Jacob’s, feeling his rock solid prick churning at her insides.
Vanessa’s body shuddered and her hands dropped limp just before the rest of her carcass slumped into a heap on the ground with a flop and the motion of a puppet after having it’s strings cut. Her head remain still, open mouthed, on the stack of crates.
Marcus wiped his blade clean on a nearby rag and, without so much a second glance to either Vanessa’s fallen body or still head, made his way round to the crates where his uncle had, by now, adjusted Dee to be back bent over on both feet.
“Wanna feel this one clamp again!” Chuckled Jacob and Marcus grinned as he lightly placed his hand on the side of Dee’s face. He waved the cleaver about as he spoke.
“Well, hold onto her cus once she’s popped she’ll slide right off your dick if not.” He laughed.
“Boy, you think this is the first time I snuffed a sow?” He frowned at his nephew as he firmly yanked Dee’s arms behind her back and held them tightly. “I was snuffing meat girls when you were still in short pants! Hell did you forget how I popped your girlfriend last summer?”
Jacob looked skyward a moment as if looking for a memory in the clouds, he then laughed as his gaze returned “Jackie!! Oh yeh! Fuck, I almost forgot. She bucked around on your dick for like ten minutes after the blade fell.” They both laughed. That may have been an exaggeration but it had them both chuckling.
Marcus lightly placed the blade of the cleaver on Dee’s slender neck. She felt its cool sharpness on her skin and gasped slightly. Her excitement grew as she tried to angle her eyes to look up at the heavy knife. Only for it to be removed and waggled around again as Marcus added, “This year, you wanna pop my latest girl? Mandy? She’s 22 and studying…” He got cut off again..
“Yes yes, good Lord son, focus on the job in hand, I’m about to nut but not before I feel this sow clench, so .. chop chop!” Jacob growled with a mix of anger and frustration.
“Oh shit, sorry!” chuckled Marcus and he looked back to the side of Dee’s neck.
‘For fuck sake!’ Dee thought, ‘don’t tease me like that!’ She too was almost at the peak of another climax, the blade on her neck almost tipped her over the edge and it had been removed, only to frustrate, not only Jacob but her too.
Again, the kiss of the blade on her neck caused a rush of excitement though her. She started quivering in anticipation. She had seen Vanessa’s head removed and was practically begging for the blade herself. The blade was removed from her skin as Marcus raised it only for a few seconds but for Dee it felt like an eternity. Jacob’s cock was twitching and thrusting inside her quivering quim and she could see the glint of the blade out of the corner of her eye as Marcus started his swing!
“THUNK!” At the very peak of Dee’s climax, the blade hit!
It passed through her skin, flesh, muscle, bone, windpipe and out the other side like there was nothing there. Dee felt a sharp quick sting and then, nothing from the neck down.
One moment she had felt her entire body spark with orgasmic pleasure. The hairs on her skin stood up in goose bumps, the air on her naked body teased her, her large breasts bouncing as Jacob’s thrusting pushed them into a pendulum rhythm, the sensation of the client’s cock thrusting in and out of her over sensitive cunny, the feel of demin slapping against the back of her naked thighs all vanished in a split second. At the peak of her climax, everything from the neck down was numb as her brain struggled to work out where the messages from her nervous system had gone. All she could feel was the cool blade inside her neck and Marcus’ hand on the side of her head.
“Shit!.. Fuuuuccck!” Exclaimed Jacob “It’s clamped down like a fucking.. VICE!” Was the last thing Dee heard clearly as sounds started to quickly become muffled as if she was hearing them though multiple walls. Jacob replied but to her the sound of his voice had become a muffled mumble. Darkness quickly came in from every angle of her vision and her pupils dilated to try to compensate but it was to no avail. It wasn’t actually getting dark, her brain was just unable to process any information any longer and was quickly shutting down.
The last few pleasurable sensations sparked the remaining functioning neurons in her brain and as the world went silent and dark for Dee, her jaw dropping open loosely and her eyes rolling up under her eye lids her orgasm finally faded as so did she.
Jacob fired a heavy load of spunk up into the quivering corpse. Dee may have been snuffed out but her body had panicked for the short period. Her muscled fired messages that wouldn’t be received and they panicked in not getting a reply. This caused them to clamp down and clench Jacob’s cock hard, as they started to stiffen. He blasted her uterus with thick globs of semen and eventually sighed in relief.
Jacob pulled out and let go of Dee’s arms, her body slumped to the ground in much the same way Vanessa’s had and the two men stepped back to admire their handy work.
“Weird isn’t it?” said Marcus as he leant on the tail of the open truck, after having put his cleaver away.
“Huh?” enquired Jacob “What is?”
“No just saying, They didn’t talk much, barely said two words all morning but I picked them up this morning, spent the morning driving around with them as they got inspected, fucked and groped. They seemed to be having the time of their lives and now.. just lumps of meat on the floor. Weird is all and they didn’t even protest in the slightest.”
His uncle slowly turned his head towards Marcus as he admired the corpse pile. “What.. the .. FUCK.. are you talking about?!” he gruffed before laughing. “They’re meat! A product to be bought, sold, chopped up and eaten, what the hell are you talking about?” he barked as he gestured to the pile.
“It’s just weird is all. Can you imagine a world where we DON’T raise, slaughter and eat meat girls every day? I mean, what do you think they would have done with themselves if they didn’t end up on a dinner plate or BBQ?”
Jacob was a little, shocked at this philosophical moment from Marcus “Well these two would never have existed full stop. Why clone then if you aint gonna eat them? Or snuff ‘em at least and where did this come from? You aint gonna turn into one of those hippie dippie Vegan whatsits are ya?”
Marcus seemed to snap out of it and laugh “Fuck no! They taste too damn good for that and that Burlesque show in Stepford they have where snuff bunnies get popped nightly is just way too fun.”
“Then where the hell did that come from?” Asked Jacob.
“No it’s one of those, ‘thought experiment’ things.” Marcus said, ”My new Girlfriend studies philosophy and they are encouraged to asked questions like ‘how would society function if … I dunno, cats were in charge or some shit. So it just got me thinking. She’s asking me that stuff all the time, ya know?”
Jacob laughed “Sounds like we need to put HER on a spit next. What kind of dumbassery is that?”
Marcus laughed and pushed himself from the tail of the truck “Fuck! You’re right, she’s a good lay but she talks a bunch of bollox all the time. I’ll bring her around to the store next week and you can piece her out. Anyway, ‘bout time I was heading back!”
Jacob nodded and smiled. Marcus helped him pick up the carcasses of the two meat girls, he slung Dee’s body under one arm and Marcus helped to hoist Vanessa’s over his shoulder before he made his way towards the steel delivery doors “What they teach them in colleges now-a-days I’ll never know” mumbled Jacob on his way back.
Marcus picked up the pair of heads from the crates, gripping his fingers through the mass of dark curly hair and made his way to the back of the truck. The heads swung lightly as he moved his arm as he walked, their tongues lolled limply out of the corner of their mouths and lightly swung in rhythm to the stride.
“Later Jacob!” Said Marcus as he turned his head slightly “Later idiot!” Laughed Jacob.
Marcus chuckled at the response. “Yeh, I deserved that one.” He smiled to himself. “Can you imagine, what would we eat? Animal meat!?” he chuckled to himself as he swung his arm back and carelessly tossed the heads into the back of the van, “Yurk! Gross, the third world countries can keep that shit!” The heads tumbled and bounced inside the confines of the truck like heavy watermelons, bouncing off the sides and floor until they came to rest, slightly wobbling next to each other. He glanced over at the two lifeless heads, staring back at him from the inside of the truck where the two girls had emerged from not too long ago and he slammed the doors. He turned his back to the double doors and shuddered, making a disgusted face as the thought of a sausage made from an animal pig or a burger made from actual cow meat crossed his mind.
“Jesus, Mandy has got to go!” He chuckled and opened the driver’s door.
The truck’s over tuned engine roared into life and he screeched the 50’s style panel van back towards the supplier depot, hoping he can toss the two heads into the industrial grinder without anyone seeing him.
Later that day, Jacob had strung up the two carcasses in his cool room, along with the rest of the meat delivery. He had previously checked the boxes and their contents; various cuts from a Wendy clone and a Joey clone filled the crates, ribs, breasts, fillets, a couple of rumps, one obviously from a Joey clone, the tattoo gave that away; enough to keep the small store going for the next week at least. He gave one of the breasts a squeeze and smiled as he murmured to himself “You may have competition Wendy” he chuckled as he turned his head towards the two lightly swinging, upside down, headless, dark skinned meat girls, “This Dee has to pass the taste test first of course!”
He spent the afternoon gutting and draining the two new sows, the radio playing the latest up beat hits and he found himself humming along to some pop group he had never heard of before or even really liked. He had opened up Dee’s belly and, pulled out all the internal organs, separating offal from viable meat and used the hose to clean her out. Stuffing the hose tip inside her cunt and stepping back to watch the red water gush from the cavity, slowly becoming less and less pink before running clean.
He ran his fingers up inside the carcass, teasing the finger tips against the ribs and meat between them, nodding his head as he hummed. The ribs were just as good on the inside too.
He made sure the cavity was completely clean and clear of offal, gave one of the breasts a smack of approval, picked up his long, sharp blade and sunk the tip into the corpse of the headless Vanessa, just below that mouth-watering lump of fillet meat.
Jacob worked into the evening, butchering cleaning and finally piecing out each sow using the bandsaw and cleaver before placing the expertly cut lumps into plastic containers filled with ice.
He picked up the container with Dee’s two racks of ribs and breasts, thumped down the lid and exited the cold room. That box was going to make its way into his own freezer, he couldn’t wait for the week end to drag it out and lump these slabs of fine Grade A+ dark meat on his own BBQ grille.
And the family thought last week’s grille was good!
I hope all you snuff and dolcett lovers enjoyed that story but please, always remember: THIS IS FANTASY!
It is NOT real and should never be considered as such, always remember to know where to draw that line.
Anyway, disclaimer done;
I would like to thank Emilie Muggins and by extension, the Town of Stepford for the loan of their meat truck and logos. I wanted to honour the town with a story and Emilie was kind enough to lend me the props to do so.
For those who don’t know, Stepford is an actual place you can visit in Second Life, and it really does have the ‘romantic’ 50’s style of colonial houses, white picket fences and a 50’s style diner, to name but a few great things.
The management endeavour to create items only found in Stepford for use in the darker roleplays that they encourage and one such item is the meat truck shown in this story.
They have worked tirelessly to create their own vehicles, that anyone can rezz out, using the Stepford HUD system and drive around. There are many different vehicles but the Meat Truck is one of them. Not only can you drive around with a passenger but you can also carry multiple meat girls in the back, strapped up with bindings and secured with a nice thick steel dildo!
Drive around and deliver this week’s fresh stock to whomever may have ordered a fresh sow, or drive around and collect a few free-range sows who didn’t expect to be on a menu when they woke up that morning!
If you enjoy this kind of story and want to do some RP of your own on theme, check out Stepford and have an awesome time!
Until next time..
Vanessa & Dee xoxoxoxox