Chapter 03 "Butchering."

The line Donna was in was chatty in the prep room, but as the women slowly filed into the barbecue room, there was scarcely a peep out of them. Their mouths hung down in dismay at what they saw. In front of their very eyes were women who had gone on ahead of them and were now skewered, basted and roasting over a flaming pit.

Donna thought it was a little unfair to have the line run parallel with the barbecue area. She watched as a girl slowly rotated over a pit. That's when Donna saw the girl blink.

"Did you see that?" she gasped breaking the silence. "That girl over there, she blinked!"

The other girls looked to where Donna was pointing. But not one of them was prepared to do anything about it. All of them watched the girl as she rotated slowly. Her skin becoming brown from the heat. Every now and then a cook would do the rounds of each girl and spray some sort of liquid on their bodies.

Donna reached down and took hold of the tag in her labia. She fingered it and felt the juices deep within her tummy. A strong heat warmed her up from the inside. She knew she was getting excited by what will eventually happen to her. Soon she'd be rotating on one of the pits before her. She tried to imagine the large spit entering her body. She knew it would be painful. No one had ever said what happens to women in the butchering line.

She fiddle with her tag some more. It stung a little from being clipped into her labia but she didn't mind. She flicked it a few times and without trying to hide her modesty, she started to rub her right nipple. The heat continued to flood her body and it made her legs quiver.

An fuzzy voice over the speaker called out to the group.

"Will Donna Thorton please make her way to the butchering Room."

Suddenly Donna's tummy did a complete flip. Instinctively Donna covered her breasts and pussy with her hands. She felt very vulnerable. She looked around for moral support. Thankfully Jackie came to her aid.

"It's your turn Donna, might as well get it over with." said Jackie.

Donna nodded, "I guess so." smiled at her colleague and walked in the direction she was pointing. A door in the other side of the room with a sign above it said 'Butchering Room.' Donna took a deep breath and walked in.

A man stood just inside the doorway. "Hi, you must be Donna. I was just coming to find you."

His smile and naked body was very disarming. Donna smiled back. The man took her arm and they walked over scales. Donna stood on the scales and the man took note of her weight. While the man made a note on Donna's pussy tag she saw a small sign on the block beside them.

Butchering Procedure:

Hang by ankles Gag with ball gags Tie wrists and insert anal hook.

Before Donna could read the rest, the man took her arm and she stepped down from the weighing machine to stand beside a large wooden block.

"Hop up there and lie on your back." he said. Donna did so.

She saw what would happen. Another girl had her ankles tied and was hanging upside. Donna felt the man tie her ankles together with rope. He flicked the rope through a pulley above him and hoisted her legs upwards until she was resting on her shoulder blades.

The man then pushed his hands under her shoulders and lifted her over to the floor. He let her slide down gently and hang by her ankles. Donna felt the rope bite into her ankles but ignored the pain. She let her arms fall down to hang beside her.

Donna heard another man's voice. "You must be Jackie. Stand on the scales please."

"Okay. Um . I . could I go to the ladies room first?" asked Jackie.

"Don't worry about it Mrs Rawlings. When they get done gutting you, they clean you off. A lot of girls end up pissing themselves when they're cut."

Donna's man came over to her with a rope connected to a large hand-size hook. She felt him take her wrists and tied them together behind her back.

"Hi Donna." asked Leslie. "Any last words?"

Donna thought this was a bit strange but Leslie was holding a clipboard so she must have been asked to do this previously.

"Um . no, not really. I can't really believe this is happening."

Donna felt something cold and metallic enter her asshole. She pulled on her arms and felt them trap. The roped hook held her arms behind her back. Again the strong warm feeling rose through Donna's loins again. She revelled in it and felt the pulley moving her slowly past a curtain. She knew it certainly wouldn't be long now.

Donna's hormone trip was interrupted by a ball-gag being pushed into her mouth. She opened her jaws slightly and felt the clip click behind her head. Ahead of her she could see a line of women upside down. Some just waiting like her, a few shaking with blood dripping from their heads.

Donna felt her tag being pulled. "Okay . Donna. Goodbye and good luck." said a male voice. Donna looked up right into a very large cock. For a quick second she thought she might have to blow it but that disappeared when she felt a hand take her chin and pull it down. Then a quick shot of pain as a knife cut into her neck. With a second both her jugular and carotid arteries were cut. Blood squirted down both sides of her face. Donna tried to grab at her neck with her hands but they were secured to the hook in her ass.

Donna shivered as her brain realised completely that she was going to die. Her body convulsed a few times then Donna felt elation. Her body was pumping in hormones to try and relax and comfort her before she expired. She was so overloaded with endorphins she didn't even feel the second knife plunge into her lower gut and cut all the way to her breast bone. She felt cool air as her intestines and internal organs were pulled out and removed from her body.

The men working on the butchering line were all naked. Donna enjoyed the sight of their large cocks bouncing as they worked. She watched on as she slowly move along the conveyor line. Donna died while waiting her turn to be stuffed.

A cook checked Donna's heartbeat. Satisfied she was dead he pulled Donna's body over to a vacant spot on a slim table. He pulled down on the pulley and the rope was released. Donna's body was balanced on the table while a couple of girls pushed stuffing into her body. Once full they quickly sewed her cavity shut with cooking string.

"Next one Roy." said one of the girls. Roy took a large steel spit about eight feel long and pushed it into Donna's vagina. He reached in between her legs and under her body to take hold of her ass hook. Once he had both he pushed hard on the spit and it slowly made it's way through Donna's body. With years of experience and a bit of angling, he pushed it up through Donna's throat and out of her mouth.

Slipping on a stabilizer bar he inserted it into Donna's asshole. Roy called over for another cook and both men took hold of either end of the spit. With a quick check on Donna's tag Roy informed his associate to go to pit seventeen. Two minutes Donna was roasting nicely on a pit next to the butchering line. A number of girls watched her as she slowly rotated.

Donna's body was brought by her husband Ed for a company feast. Nearly everyone showed up to devour both Donna and Jackie. Because of the heat of the pits it was more comfortable for everyone to be naked at the feast. Ed was delighted at how delicious and tasty both Donna and Jackie were. If he knew she was this yummy, he would have requested Donna be cook for Christmas the year before instead of Easter.

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