At the Megamart Deli

The backdoors of the delivery truck break open to blinding sunlight, suddenly I am yanked out of the back, naked except for some twine tied around my wrists. A tall white man with a bloodied apron is watching by the back door of the building as the delivery men  hand me off to them. He grabs me by the arm and pushes open the metal door as I am dragged inside. “Well you look like you would make a great roast, nice and lean with some fatty tits.” He says as I lead you through the back past several employees to the meat counter. “Plus white meat is very popular these days,” he adds with a chuckle.I feel him almost wrench my shoulder out of the socket. "Owe...f..fuck! That hurts." I cry out. "Please..I..I'm not supposed to be here. You don't have to do this." I beg him as I recognize the Megamart store that I'm in. 

“Yeah yeah, none of you meat girls are supposed to be here.” he replies, completely indifferent to my plight. Shoving me behind behind the counter he motions toward a a metal fucking bench with leather restraints designed to bend a woman over and hold their limbs still and with a pole to hold their hips high. “The easier you make this the quicker I’ll end it for you.” He forces me down and locks me in with the straps. "Please...I..I'm just afraid. I don't want it to hurt." I sob as goosebumps start to form all over my body. "C..can you tell my family I love them?" I beg.

Chuckling, he replies “No, telling them anything would amount to more questions about your butchering, and we don’t want to cause them distress. It’s easier on them if you just disappear. Fact is your old man had you listed as collateral for his gambling debts so they know the price, doesn’t sound like he loved you very much.” Tightening down my restraints he adds, “Besides your with your new sisters now, this leather is from a former meat girl like yourself. Some uppity athlete, her meat was really tough, but we found other uses for her.”

I sob softly. "Is..is it going to hurt?" I ask as I try to pull against the restraints to see if they are loose at all, they do not give. "I am afraid of dying and don't want it to hurt." He looks at me, “I’ve heard some meat scream this place down. But after you’re ready you won’t be screaming anymore so I think you’ll just get used to it. First order of business though is this.” he says as he grabs a metal shaft out of the door of a fire oven. White hot lettering on the end illuminates the floor as he approaches me from behind. “Look at you anyway, you’re dripping with so much anticipation that we’ll need a mop back here.”  he says with a grin as I run my fingers over your pussy, dipping one in and pinching your clit with my thumb. “Now I’m not allowed to taint your meat with my cum, but I will bring you pleasure before the pain. So relax and enjoy your last moments.”

I feel my body is completely on high alert as he pinches on my clit. "Oh...oh go..goddd." I moan softly as I brace myself for what is about to happen. My heart is beginning to race and I feel butterflies flutter in my stomach. He slips a couple more fingers into my pussy, and rubs his thumb down firmly in circular motion over my clit. “That’s it meat. Enjoy this. I want you to tell me when you’re about to cum. Beg me for the release.” he taunts me. "Mmmmm..." I moan. "C...can you spread my legs wider and h.. have someone hold my breasts." I ask softly...If there is no way out you better feel good at the end. I think to myself.

“Hey Tony, come play with this bitch’s tits would ya? I got my hands full!” the butcher chuckles as Tony, a skinny black guy comes over grinning ear to ear. The butcher pushes my legs open with his elbow and pushes his fingers deeper, while Tony squats beside me and gropes my large breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples forcefully, almost like he was trying to get milk out of them. "Ohhhh..oh shit..oh..y..es...mmmmm" I start to moan louder. "I...ohh..mmmmmm.I..I'm gonna cum. oh my god." I call out.. "Right there..yes...oh god..." I cry out as my legs start to shake and my breathing increases. The butcher maintains his pace and pressure on my clit while observing how quickly I was brought to the edge. “Alright meat since I don’t think you have the self-control to hold it, poor self-control must run in your family,  you may cum when ready.” I feel myself getting wet as my whole body shakes. "Ohhhhhh...go..godd. I'm cumming... ohhhh..." I moan loudly as I buck up and down in the straps and clinch my hands bracing as the orgasm washes over me.

 The butcher withdraws his hand as I try to buck against the restraints, enjoying the irony of the meat girl leather holding you down. Moving his hand to the small of my back he braces against me as he pushes the branding iron in his hand into my left ass cheek. My skin sizzles and a burning smell fills the air as the Megamart logo is seared onto my flesh. "Eya!!!!!! Owee..oweeyyy!!!!" I screech. "What are you doing?" I howl in pain. Tony burst out laughing in hysterics as he watched my reaction. “Making you a prime display, and introducing you to your pain.” The butcher says as he pulls the iron off, leaving the logo on a deep red. “Pretty clean branding if I say so myself, sometimes it looks ugly or charred if the meat moves too much.” he says as he throws the iron into a water bucket it releases a sizzling steam as it quickly cools. He reaches the next instrument, the spit, a thick metal pole with a tipped end. He picks it up and angles it so it’s in line with my torso’s bent over position. 

I feel the heat and pain starting to dissipate as I sob. "Owee...." I take a deep breath to calm myself down. "Is.. is there anything you can give me for the pain. Please..." I beg you. “No, there isn’t much I can do for you other than introducing you to more pain to distract you.” He says as he sets the spit to the side, satisfied with the size he chose. He grabs a dressage tool and puts it against my asshole, admiring the brand right next to it. “This should be the last thing before the finale though. Bear with it.” I feel the pressure of the blunt tip against my anus, "W... what are you doing?" I ask as I try to turn my head to the side and look panicked left and right. "Please... is.. is this gonna hurt?" I cry out. “I need to remove the anal canal and tie off your intestine. Honey if the branding iron wasn’t obvious, everything will hurt until you pass out." I feel the tip of the tool push in deeply. "Oh.. oh god.. n.. no.. please." I cry out as I feel the teeth of the tool gripping into my anus.  He pushes the tool in flush against my asshole, before turning it. "Please..!!!!Ayeeeee...n..noooo..." I scream as the tool starts to cut through my colon and anus.

“Good meat, almost done here.” He pulls out a small portion of the intestine, takes a set of clippers and snips it off, before tying off the remaining organ. “There! See that wasn’t so bad. Tony! Get in here and shave her head.” The butcher yells out as Tony comes over with an electric hair trimmer and begins to run it over my scalp. I feel the strange sensation of having no pressure in my tummy and am almost in shock as I feel the trimmer cutting off all my hair as it falls to the ground over my face. "Pl..please...y..you are k..kiling me...I..I'm afraid." I sob. The butcher kneels down in front of me, “Yes I know, you are all very afraid. While I enjoy hearing my meat suffer I do grow tired of you all saying the same things. Maybe the next girl I cut out their tongue or pull their teeth so it’s different. But for you I want you to taste the spit and feel your teeth grind against it.” He stands and grabs the spit, lining it up with my pussy, pushing past the lips. “You can hump the spit while on it to your pleasure until you pass, call it my mercy.” I feel the spit go in my vagina and break through my cervix into my abdomen. "O..oh god..n..no…please!!!" I squeal and try to squirm against the straps but I find myself losing any energy I have and I tire out quickly as I feel the spit moving further and further in. He continues to push and pull the spit to the side slightly to maneuver around my heart and lungs, pushing past them and into my esophagus. “Any last words, meat?”

"I...I c..can't br..breathe." I gasp as I taste blood at the back of my mouth. “Alright, glad you could get that off your chest.” He rolls his eyes and pushes the spit through. It fills my mouth and pushes my jaw open enough for my lips to wrap around the shaft. Tony begins releasing the bonds to tie my hands over it while the butcher does the same to my ankles. I feel and taste the metal of the spit and my blood as the spit pushes out of my mouth and several feet in front of me as I look at the tip. Feeling the release of my bonds I try to struggle but the only thing that moves are my breasts as they clap softly against one another. This can't be happening I think to myself as I panic looking left and right for any type of comfort there might be.

Both the butcher and Tony lift up each end of the spit and carry me to the front of the meat counter, passing cold cuts of other butchered girls and other animals, over to where there is a low flame prepared to roast me over. They set me on it and the butcher gives the  flame a little more gas as it roars up and licks at my breasts with flames. I start to sweat profusely as the pain of the heat hits me hard. N...noooo please let this end I think to myself as I feel the spit start to spin around and around allowing the flames to hit and cook my whole body.

Satisfied with his work, the butcher lets me spin as customer after customer come up and reserve different cuts of my flesh. Each person taking a ticket to come back this afternoon. Sure enough, I last about two hours before I finally pass and I finish cooking soon after. The butcher prepares all the different cuts of me, slicing my breasts, thighs, and pussy up, removing the bones and organs to be made into for dog food. The last part of me remaining is my head with your glazed over eyes, but it doesn’t take long for an Asian woman to come by and ask for it. I, the meat girl, am no more and will soon be forgotten like the many meat products before me, and the many that come after.