"Okay, girls, you're in the next lot!" said one of the butchers suddenly. They were now fifteen girls and women in the 'graded' section. Their mothers were not even graded yet.

"Eh, can we wait for out mothers in the next lot?" asked Christina feebly, but the butcher hardly looked at her, just smiled and shook his head.

"They'll be processed right after you, honey! Come this way, all of you!"

"Oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter anymore!" sighed Trine and tried to spot her mom in the other line while they were led away from them. She didn't see her anywhere.

"Now, form one line and we'll get you all snuffed quickly . and please be quick to assume the position here, we have a busy schedule today!" yelled the man through the high-pitched noise in the next room. The girls went very silent. All their happy chatter seized. In here was where all the action was. Ten or more butchers worked with electric saws and knifes, cleaning and parting out headless bodies suspended from their ankles in several long rows. Next to Christina stood a large bin filled with girls' heads. In front of them was an electric guillotine, and two butchers were already positioning the first girl, a brunette teenager with large tits, clamping her head into place under the blade. One of them flipped a switch and activated the electromagnet which brought down the blade with full force. The girl's head rolled into a plastic bin, and her body twitched a few times while one of the men in the bloody aprons yanked a meat hook through the Achilles tendons of both her feet and hoisted her body up to bleed.

"At least it looks quick!" shuddered Trine as the next girls was already in position. A few more were done, and the girls in the line began to relax a bit. Some said good luck and goodbyes, and others could even smile and giggle a bit before they were strapped down. Mothers kissed daughters farewell and assured them of how delicious they were going to be. Some took their time kissing each other, in lack of their ability to hug with their hands tied.

"Well, since it's the last!" laughed Christina and gave Trine a deep tongue kiss. Both girls relaxed from it and only broke up when the butcher took Christina under her arm to strap her down on the metal board.

"Bye sweet friend!" yelled Trine and watched intensely as her friend lost her head. The butcher held it by the hair instead of letting it fall down into the bloody bin with the other heads. He carefully lifted it up and yanked the neck down over a sharp rod on the table behind him. Christina's head joined two rows of mostly teenage girls' heads ready for mounting later.

Trine was next and willingly lay down on the cold metal surface. She felt her neck being locked into place and looked straight down into the bin with its macabre contents. She felt the butcher grab her by her hair, to catch her head like he had with Christina and the other "mounters".

Then she heard the click of the magnet. A quick blackout, followed by a light feeling. No pain? She wondered why! Then an unpleasant suffocating feeling as she felt the sharp rod bore up her throat. She knew the butcher must have impaled her head next to Christina's but naturally she couldn't turn and see for herself. Why was she still alive? She hadn't expected this! She could see her own body being hoisted up by the ankles. Then darkness crept in from the edges of her vision . slow, then fast . then nothingness!

Epilogue

Mrs. Malcolm and Mrs. Jessup were sorry they didn't get to go with their girls, but they did see both of their heads impaled on the rods when they entered the butchery. They both agreed how peaceful they looked with their helpless smiles and didn't regret that they had paid for their heads to be mounted and delivered to their husbands with the meat. Although they were both graded 'B' and knew most of their meat would end up minced or even as dog food, they were both very excited when it was their turn under the guillotine.

As Mrs. Malcolm had predicted, it didn't take their husbands long to call Annie and Joanna after they had talked to Carl on the phone. In fact, they had the girls pick up the meat and the mounted heads of their daughters of their way over to Mr. Malcolm's place. They all enjoyed dinner very much and even had enough meat save Mrs. Jessup's rump steak and the girls' tits in the freezer for some other occasion. They all took pleasure in the sight of Trine's and Christina's mounted heads on the wall over the dinner table, and Mr. Jessup agreed they looked so good next to each other that he decided to let Mr. Malcolm keep them both.