Friday, October 21, 2011

Soylent Farms

A story of human meat and cannibalism


Vicky trudged down the steps of the administration building of the University, where she had just come from a meeting with her advisor. The sight of the Soylent Farms van earlier in the day had shaken her up. Just a year earlier she had decided to sign a meat contract with Soylent Farms in exchange for a fully funded education. For her, it was the only option.

Yes, there was risk. 10% of those signing a meat contract would have their number pulled and be taken to the farms, slaughtered, and sold for meat on the gourmet market; the other 90% received a lot of financial compensation for their risk. But for many in Vicky's world, the risk was worth it. The chance to pull oneself out of the mass living tracts, the ghettos, or the fields and make a good life for yourself... well, there was frequently no other possibility. Vicky had weighed her options and decided that if she could get into Princeton, she would sign the contract and hope for the best. Her chances were good. 90%, to be exact.

She shook off the feeling of foreboding and started walking toward the Physical Sciences building, which was where her next class met. Vicky was a tall, slim girl of 19; the first thing most people noticed about her was the long dark hair which descended to the middle of her back. The second thing was her perfect body; perfect breasts jutted out above a flat stomach, thin waist and perfectly rounded, pert buttocks. Her legs were long and muscular. She worked hard on her body to stay attractive. She had to, it was the primary tool she used to get the grades she had.

Her latest conquest was Professor Giffin. Dr. Giffin was about 50 and had gained 100 pounds during the last 20 years. He taught chemistry and would be important to Vicki's advance through pre-med. She hadn't had to try very hard with him. Married with three kids and a huge libido, he had zoomed in on her smooth legs in the front seat of her first class and hadn't been able to take his eyes off them. Two days later he was on top of her, grunting and sweating away as she clutched his back and rocked her hips to his rhythm.

Dr. Giffin had given her the grade she needed, but was being problematic now. He complained that he wasn't going to be able to give her As unless she did more quality work. It was going to be difficult, and she needed an idea how to manipulate him, force him to do what she needed.

The idea came to her one afternoon when she was on her knees in front of him in an empty classroom. She was gagging as he shoved himself deep down her throat (he had a cock sized proportionately to the rest of his oversized body), when someone tried to enter the room. Luckily it was locked, but Dr. Giffin had panicked, ending their tryst quickly. The next day, while sitting on his lap in his office, Vicki subtly let Dr. Giffin know that if he didn't give her the grade she needed, his wife and the department chair would find out just who he had been fucking for the last few weeks.

Her grade changed by the end of the term and a well deserved A awaited her, she was sure. She entered the building and headed down the hall to where the grades were posted. She saw Dr. Giffin standing in front of the board with a couple of students and two other men that wore a strange green and brown uniform. Dr. Giffin said something two the two men and then turned away, heading down the hall in the other direction. Vicki approached the posted grades but before she could get close enough to read them, one of the two uniformed men stood before her and spoke.

"Ms. Victoria Riley?" The man smiled as he spoke.

"Yes? What is it?" Vicki wanted to see her grade.

"We are collectors for the Soylent corporation. I am pleased to inform you that your meat contract has been selected and activated; you have been designated human meat with the resulting abdication of all rights as a sentient being. Welcome. Please place your hands behind your back."

A chill so deep and cold ran through her stomach that Vicki felt as if she would faint. The floor dropped out beneath her feet and the hall stretched and morphed in front of her eyes. She had never believed this would happen. It couldn't be happening. She turned as if to bolt, run down the hall and away from the men in uniform. Before she finished planting her first step an explosion of pain hit her neck and head, slicing across her shoulders and down her back. None of her muscles would work properly, and she fell to the floor like a sand bag. Shaking slightly, convulsing on the floor, she looked up and saw the high power taser which had knocked her flat. The pain was easing now but she couldn't move her arms or legs at all.

The men rolled her over and used a heavy plastic zip strap to secure her wrists behind her. Her ankles were secured as well. Vicki tried to scream, but all that came out was a sort of gurgle as she drooled on the floor. She was conscious, but unable to control her muscles at all.

A crowd of students had gathered to watch the show. Most stood quietly as Vicki was lifted by the two men and carried away. Many of them were on contracts as well, and were simply glad it was her and not them. As she was carried down the hall, she was able to see the crowd of students watching, and behind them, Dr. Giffin, smiling.

With a heavy thump, Vicki's body was dumped in the back of the Soylent van. There were already two other human cattle in the back, trussed in the same way. A short, cute redheaded girl was crumpled in the corner, breathing but unconscious. A rather large young man lay stretched on the floor of the van partially under Vicki. When she landed on him he grunted and rolled over. She was beginning to get back control over her body, and as the van doors closed and locked behind her she wriggled away from the guy.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck. I can't believe this. I can not be made meat. I am too lean, don't they know that? I am a premed student, valuable to this society. There must be an exemption. There must be a way to get out of this. I need to get my lawyer. I need--"

"Shut. Up." The guy said. "We signed the contract. We knew what it meant. We took a gamble, and lost. We have no rights, you have no lawyer, no more than a cow can have a lawyer. Just shut up and try to make this as painless as possible."

The guy looked glumly at Vicki as the van bumped along. "Too bad. You are sexy. I could have done a thing or two with you. Oh well, no chance now."

Vicki was quietly sobbing, and looked at the guy. "My name's Vicki. What's yours?"

"Dinner, I suspect," the guy smiled wryly and and then became serious. "Don. Except it won't matter. We don't really have names any more. We are just meat."

The van stopped, parked, and all was quiet. Vicki tried screaming some, but it was apparent the van was soundproofed. That or no one cared; her cries were no more than the mooing of cows to those that passed by the parked van.

After about an hour, the van doors opened up and another body was tossed inside, landing with a thump on top of Vicki and Don. It was another girl, this one with a short blond pixie haircut and girl-next-door freckled face. The face looked bewildered. She was wearing nothing but panties.

The van started moving and the new girl struggled into a sitting position. "What the hell is going on here? Are we kidnapped? Who are these people?"

Don looked at her from where he lay and slowly explained. "We are in a Soylent van. You signed a meat contract which was activated. We are all now nothing more than cattle on our way to be slaughtered."

"What???" the girl slowly took in the reality of the situation. "That can't be. Daddy promised me he arranged it, that the contract was going to be contested by his lawyers and I wouldn't be held to it! There is some mistake! It can't be!"

Vicki was getting sick of hearing the complaints. She had her own worries, and unlike this new girl, she knew this was not a mistake and she would be killed very soon and her body sold in slices on the gourmet meat market.

"What's your name dear?" Vicki said kindly to the new girl, who had started to cry and was kicking the doors of the van with her bare feet.

"Janice! Damnit. Why don't they stop? Where is Daddy? Where are my lawyers?"

Vicki struggled to a position next to the girl. "Janice, dear. Let me explain something to you. You are nothing but meat right now. So am I. If I kill you, which I will do if you don't shut the hell up, nothing will happen to me that isn't going to happen anyway. You are going to die anyway. So don't tempt me to kill you early. OK?"

Janice looked at her for a moment with her pretty little mouth wide open and tears running down her cheeks, and then slumped back against the wall of the van. She continued sobbing quietly.

There was one more stop. When the doors opened and another young girl was thrust inside, struggling and kicking against the two men, Janice started wailing, yelling that her Daddy would be calling the lawyers and they had better watch out, that it was a mistake, that she wasn't meat... The doors clanged shut, cutting off Janice's pleas. The new girl, a brunette about as tall as Vicki and with a gorgeous, curvy body, lay on the floor breathing heavily.

The brunette struggled for a while, and finally sat down, biting her lip. "Fine. Meat. We all have to die sometime, I suppose now is the time. Have to play the odds."

The feeling had gone from Vicki's hands; the blood flow must have been severely restricted by the plastic ties around her wrists. As she wriggled then to try and get some blood flowing, the new tall brunette spoke to her. "My name's Heather. I suppose we are all on our way to the abattoir. Might as well be friends."

"I'm Vicki. That is Don, and Janice is crying in the back there." Vicki nodded her head to the crying, mostly naked girl.

"So Don. Taken advantage of the unconscious one yet?" Heather nodded toward the prone figure of the unconscious girl. "Might as well. Not as if she has any legal rights any more."

Don looked like he might actually consider it for a bit, but then shook his head. "No, I am a little sick to my stomach. Besides, I don't think I could undress her. How about you? A last fling?"

"HA! You get right too it, don't you? I like that in a man." Heather looked at him as the van bounced and jiggled her large breasts. "OK. If you can help me get these clothes off..."

With five bodies in the back, the van was over full. Any movement meant people crawling on top of each other, which Heather and Don proceeded to do, wriggling and struggling to get their pants down and tops up so they could start rubbing their bodies against one another. Vicki looked at them with disgust, unbelieving that these two were accepting their position as mindless animals so easily. She had to admit that Heather had a really good body, though... and Don's cock was huge... and the way it slid right into Heather's wet pussy right in front of her eyes...

Without realizing what she was doing, Vicki reached her face up and began to tongue Don's balls as they slapped too and fro in front of her face. It wasn't the first time she had had sex with a guy she didn't know, and this seemed as good a time as any. Heather had her knees spread wide as Don rammed into her, and Vickie spent time on as much of Don's cock as she could reach and found Heather's clit as well. The grunting and moaning filled the back of the van as the three bounced along, the motion of the van adding to the motion of their bodies.

Don switched his cock to Vicki's mouth for a bit, and she tasted Heather's cunt juices as he slid deep. Heather struggled around (kicking Janice in the face as she did) and found a way to get between Vicki's legs to plunge her tongue into Vicki's wet pussy. Vicki began to feel an orgasm coming on almost immediately, and  just as Don's pulsing convulsions began, the warmth of her own climax took her. She swallowed Don's cum as quickly as she could as her own hips thrust against Heather's face with a shuddering orgasm.

Given that all three of the prisoners were bound hand and foot, it was amazing how many positions and how many orgasms occurred as the van sped across the country side toward Soylent Farms and the slaughter house. Janice finally joined them, perhaps because she felt a little left out. And frankly, she had little choice as she was pressed against the writhing, naked bodies whether she joined in or not. Janice proved especially adept at tonguing pussy. Vicki figured that Janice was a lesbian, her skill was so incredible.

The four captives lay exhausted, and the fifth girl was just regaining consciousness as the van slowed and parked. They had arrived. The van engine turned off and the rear door opened, revealing three men in uniform carrying cattle prods and various restraints. The guards looked at the partially clothed bodies in the back with a certain surprise.

"Shit, John, looks like they are trying to help us with our job here, getting all undressed." The tallest guard laughed and grabbed Janice by the hair, dragging her out. Janice screamed from the pain for a moment, and then thumped to the ground. A black metal collar with a short leash was latched in place around her neck, and then the plastic ties around her ankles were cut. The tall guard yanked her neck leash and pulled her to her feet, tying off the leash to a post a few feet away from the van.

"What... what are you doing..." the formerly unconscious redhead said as she was dragged from the van and received the same treatment as Janice. Each of the others were dragged from the van, collared, had their ankle restraints cut off, and made to stand. When all five of them were tied to the post, huddled close to each other, the uniformed men produced small, hooked, vicious looking knives that looked like fish gutting blades. Janice and the redhead screamed, and tried to move away, though their leashes were only a couple of feet long. Don stood resolutely. Vicki figured they were going to start slaughtering them now, and closed her eyes, awaiting the sharp pain of blade penetrating flesh.

Instead, she heard tearing noises and felt the clothes being tugged and pulled. Her pants were around her ankles anyway, but her top was being methodically cut off of her. The same was happening with the other human cattle, the clothes were cut away and they were left huddled together, naked.

"Bob, I do believe these had some sort of mating session in the back of our van. Look at that." The shortest of the men was pointing between Heather's legs, where some semen was slowly oozing down her inner thigh.

"Well, well. Strong libido, eh? We might be able to use you in the breeding program," the tall one said to Don. Don was unhooked and led away from the women. The women looked after him in confusion.

Janice asked "breeding program? There is a breeding program? Are we going to be bred?"

"No, deary, you girls are going to be slaughtered and sold as meat. Especially you," the tall one leered at Heather, obviously enjoying the view of her large breasts, thin waist and wide hips.

"John? Babe?" Heather said in her most sultry voice. "How would you like to fuck me as hard as you want? If you let me go, we can have a lot of very good fun."

"Oh, my sweet piece of meat... I do appreciate the offer. But you gotta realize, babe, that I could fuck you and pretty much any girl here as much as I want anyway. You have nothing to bargain with, babe. In fact, we might just illustrate that very point!"

The uniformed man took the leash attached to Heather's collar and jerked her over to the entrance to the large warehouse building nearby. The other three women could see that Heather was forced first to her knees, and then to her hands and knees as several other men gathered around. Cocks were quickly produced, the fastest one finding her ass and shoving deep inside. Heather's cry as the huge member tore her buttocks open could be heard from where the other girls were tethered. The cry was choked off quickly when another huge cock was shoved into her mouth. Men on both sides of her began pounding, fucking her mouth and ass, making her dangling breasts jiggle back and forth.

Vicki turned her eyes away, though Janice and the red haired girl looked on, almost with eagerness. It was clear neither liked Heather and were happy to see her raped in this manner. For a while it looked like Heather might die right there from suffocation, but the man in front of her finally grunted, withdrew, and jerked a huge load of cum over the pretty girl's face, allowing her to breathe as the man's body fluids spewed onto her.

Janice, Vicki and the red haired girl were untethered and led into the door of the large building. Inside, their senses were assaulted by sounds, smells and sights that shook them. Heather, who had been laying on the floor recovering, was jerked to her feet and forced to follow the others into the darkness.

The air had a distinct smell of animal; a mixed smell of sweat, urine, feces, the copper tang of blood, and a tinge of fear. There were strange sounds all around, machines growling in the distance like band saws; the occasional sound of crying or sobbing echoing from the high ceiling, and walls and floors made of concrete and metal everywhere. The four girls were led down a wide hallway to the end, where they entered a large room.

Here the girls were split in two groups. Each group of two were taken to the end of a separate line of girls who were naked, sweaty, and standing with their leashed collars fastened to a metal pipe above, which forced them to stand and prevented them from moving any way but forward. Vicki looked across to where the red haired beauty and the slutty Heather were standing at the end of a line with about four women in front of them.


At the front of the line was a large, oddly shaped scaffolding which looked familiar but Vicki did not recognize at first.The front girl in the line next to this odd piece of equipment stood shaking nervously as two men quickly wrapped belts tightly around her upper arms, lower arms, and then finally at her knees and ankles. Thus secured the hapless, shaking girl was placed face down on a wooden litter which was a little short for her. Her head hung out over the edge.

The two men lifted the wooden litter and slid it into place so that the girl's head entered the contraption. It was at this point that Vicki realized what was happening.... the scaffold was a Guillotine; the girl's neck was positioned properly and a wooden bracket slid down to assure she did not move her head. Her naked body was convulsing uncontrollably, legs kicking, arms wriggling against the belts that held them in place. The male worked pulled her long hair out of the hole so that only the bare flesh of her neck remained below the slot where the blade would descend. The girl took a deep breath and screamed, the sound echoing in the large concrete room. Just as her scream subsided into a gurgle, the large, heavy blade that rested ten feet above her neck suddenly descended.

The condemned woman's gurgling scream silenced immediately and the blade which had sliced through the neck hit the bottom of its slot and bounced slightly. The woman's body shook for a moment and then was still. Vicki strained to see where the poor girl's head had gone and saw it in a basket on the other side of the wooden scaffold. The girl's face appeared beautiful and peaceful as it stared up into the sky. Her headless body was lifted upside down, blood streaming from the gaping neck, and hung from a hook that slipped through her ankle bindings. One of the men gave a shove and the hook slid along a track, joining several other naked bodies hanging to the side.

Vicki turned to her own predicament and examined her own collar and leash where it was fastened above her to a ring around a pipe that ran forward. Small spring loaded latches assured that once one moved forward, the ratcheting action would prevent any backward movement. The women in the line with her struggled and bumped back and forth, but failed to do anything but rub their naked, sweaty bodies against each other.

Screaming from the other side of the room drew Vicki's attention. The red haired girl from her van was being strapped up for her beheading. Vicki watch in sullen horror as the leather straps were wrapped tightly around the girl's body and fastened in place. The girl struggled vigorously, but the men strapping her were experts and had her completely immobile in a manner of moments. She was shoved down onto the litter, which was quickly shoved in place; the girl's beautiful red hair was brushed away from the pale skin of her neck as the bracket to hold the neck in place was slid down into position. Crying, the girl wiggled and thrust as much as she could, but there was nothing she could do. The blade was released, slid down the scaffolding...

And stuck, about a foot above the girl's neck.

"Damn... we gotta get Bob to fix this thing. I am so tired of it getting jammed like this," grunted one of the workers as he climbed a small step ladder to work on the scaffold. The poor red haired girl below was in hysterics, crying and jerking around as the worker checked the rails of the guillotine, and then manually lifted the blade back into its place. Vicki noticed the girl was peeing herself as she waited for the blade to slice her head off.

Once the blade was high enough, it suddenly dropped and this time the hysterical sobbing was cut off along with the red haired head. Her body, still releasing urine as it was pulled from the litter, was hung by the ankles, shoved along the rail and joined the other bodies waiting for carving.

Vicki saw her own line was moving forward. At first she thought that another guillotine awaited her at the front of her line. The tight length of rope which leashed her neck to the rail above didn't allow much movement, but as the line was forced inevitably forward, she was able to see what fate lay in store.

Two girls in front of her a single Soylent worker was placing a strip of rope with a simple slipknot around a girl's neck. The girl was thin, with short blond hair in a pixie cut that probably cost a bundle when she got it. The muscles in her body were flexing with anxiety and attempts to get free of the restraints that held her wrists together behind her back. The rope tightened against her neck, sliding into place just below the jaw line, pressing the flesh in slightly. She stood there for a few moments, struggling half heartedly when the Soylent worker gave her naked ass a kick and she lost her balance, fell forward and out over a dip in the narrow walkway on which the line of girls stood.


There was only about a six inch drop. The rope tightened quickly, sliding up and digging hard into the flesh just under her jaw. No way was it enough to break the girl's neck, and so she began the slow process of strangling. Feet pointed straight down toward the floor, straining to reach support which was mere inches below her, the strong, smooth naked legs of the girl began to flail about desperately. With the initial kicks and struggles, the rope continued to tighten and cut off both blood flow and air. It dug in deeper and deeper and looked as if it might begin to sever the neck it was so tight, but was too thick. The rope squeezed and shut off her throat completely and yet her diaphragm continued to jerk and flex in an attempt to draw in air. Breasts jiggled slightly as her body jerked violently. She rotated away from view, showing her back for a moment and then rotated back to face the line of girls looking on in horror. The girl's head angled slightly to the right and didn't move, except for her eyes which bulged out and moved around as if looking for something that might save her.

Vicki watched in horror as the poor girl's convulsions slowed. Her face was turning red, and then purple; her mouth didn't appear to open willingly but the tongue slowly forced the teeth apart and protruded out. Urine suddenly streamed out and down the girl's strong legs as they jerked convulsively. Eventually the convulsions subsided to mere twitches, and then nothing except a slow gentle swinging motion as the once beautiful girl hung by her neck, eyes staring sightlessly into space.

The whole process took nearly 5 minutes. The girl in front of Vicki vomited, spewing the contents of her stomach over her chest, bare breasts and stomach. Vicki herself felt sick as she watched the hanging girl slowly descend to a rag-like heap, where a sharp hook was embedded into her chin, and she was dragged around a corner out of sight.

Vicki new she had about 10 minutes to live, because there were two girls in front of her and the hanging process took about 5 minutes. It didn't really matter though. She suddenly, mindlessly began to struggle. She had to get away from this foul smelling place. Back to her life, back to her professors and boyfriend and nice apartment and brand new little scooter.... with a slight gurgling noise the girl in the front of the line before her started the noose dance. This girl was heavier, with more meat and fat. Her struggle over empty space was shorter as the rope dug deep within her neck and heavy breasts and buttocks bounced violently, then slightly, and then there was nothing but the slow swinging motion.

The noise in the human abattoir was terrible. Screams, sobs, wails, grunts, moans, the sound of pleading meat begging not to be slaughtered... the smell was terrible as well. The girl in front of Vicki wasn't the first to have vomited in line, and the concrete below their bare feet was layered with slime. The smell of urine and feces and blood and sweat mixed to create a uniquely biological smell that was almost suffocating.

Vicki looked across the large concrete room  and saw Heather being placed in the guillotine; she didn't cry or wail, just lowered her head so her face could not be seen behind her hair. Seconds later the blade fell with a slight whoosh and thunk and Heather's head joined the pile of sightless eyes below.

Vicki reached the front of the line. She looked down at the slight depression in the floor before her over which her bare feet would soon be kicking. It had been the same with every girl, the jerk, the body attempting to gasp for air but not getting any, the involuntary, convulsive kicking followed by twitching and then final stillness. She knew what would happen. The rope was put around her neck; she felt the boot at her ass and she took a deep breath...

"Hey, Ron! I need a roaster. Got one?" The rough voice cut through the air just behind her.

"Sure. Take this one." The worker next to her grunted. The rope was removed from her neck and Vicki stared wildly around. Her leash was detached and given to a large, older Soylent worker in a somewhat cleaner uniform than the one that had been about to hang her.

"Uh. Yeah... that's a good one. I like her."

Ron laughed, "Damn, Roy, you sure like to fuck the meat. Have fun with her. I pity the folks that have to eat her cunt later and get some of your jizz!"

Crying hysterically, Vicki was led around the corner past a row of bodies hanging from hooks. Far down the long room, she thought she saw some some of the bodies split open, rib cages exposed and organs removed. Before she could look too carefully, she was taken into a side room that was significantly warmer that the cold warehouse atmosphere where the slaughtering had been taking place.

The ugly, tall, obese worker named Roy dragged Vicki to him and lifted her by her collar, almost strangling her as he did. Her bulging eyes stayed open and observed Roy's face up close as he kissed her sloppily. As soon as the man's bulging tongue entered her mouth, Vicki bit down and Roy yelped, pulling back suddenly.

"Bitch. Don't think you won't pay for that." Roy dragged Vicki by her collar and leash over to an oddly shaped device and heaved her naked body up onto a narrow metal platform. Her breasts hung over the sides, dangling on either side of the narrow elongated pedestal that ran from her chin to her breast bone. Here there was a gap underneath her stomach; her hips were supported by another narrow platform further down. Her legs dangled on either side.

Roy quickly strapped Vicki's body to the device at her hips and neck, preventing her from rolling or struggling off. Her back bowed down and stomach sagged where there was no support in the middle, which was a very uncomfortable position. She grunted and struggled, lifting up and down, and looked at the sweaty worker pleadingly.

"Please. Roy. I am not meat, I am just a girl, a student. I can pay you; I have money. I will be getting my degree soon and be a doctor and will pay you. For the rest of your life, if you want. Let me go." Vicki was trying to stay calm and convince the man that she was capable of making him a sizable profit.

"Roy! Here you are!" A familiar voice came from the doorway, and Dr. Giffin walked in. Vicki stared in amazement as he came in and shook hands with the Soylent Farms worker and then came over to Vicki where she lay on the platform.

"Babe... Vicki... I am so glad I could make it. I thought I was too late!"

Confused, Vicki grasped at a hope, "Carl. Are you going to get me out of here? If you do, I will fuck you like you have never been fucked before. I will do anything. I will swallow your cum, do anal, anything you want. Remember that threesome you wanted? I have someone in mind, I can arrange it. Just get me out of here!"

Dr. Giffin slowly raised one hand and gently cupped Vicki's ample left breast where it hung down before him. He felt its softness, gently squeezed the nipple and stroked the naked flesh of his lover as she lay helpless before him. "Dearest Vicki... you don't realize what is happening, do you? I chose you dear, because you are a meat girl. Simple as that. The last one lasted only a couple of months before I had to arrange to have her meat contract activated. You though... you lasted a while. But like all of the rest, you get too demanding, too troublesome."

"Bastard!!!!!!!!!" Vicki screamed at him as he laughed quietly. He stood, unzipped his pants and took out his member, which was hard and stood out.

"You said you would give me a special treat today, Roy. Let's do it." Dr. Giffin stepped back, stroking his cock as he watched the slaughterhouse worker pick up a large, wickedly curved knife.

Reaching underneath Vicki's body, Roy quickly took the knife and sliced her stomach from the tip of her sternum to below her waist. Vicki gasped in surprise and pain, and sagged down, unable to keep herself up now that her stomach muscles had been sliced open. As her stomach sagged, the ragged incision spread open and Vicki's intestines began to bulge out. Roy reached gloved hands down and spread the two sides of the cut open wide, encouraging the slippery, bloody mess of Vicki's insides as they fell out and hung down below her. Breathing shallow and rapidly, Vicki was able to see some of her insides as they fell to the tiled floor below.

Roy pulled intestines, slowly but surely emptying the poor girl's abdomen of their contents. Kidneys dropped out, and then bladder. A mess of organs were hanging below the girl's body as another knife began quickly trimming and cutting the organs away from her stomach cavity which was almost completely empty. Vicki tried to scream in shock and pain, but was only able to make a low squeaking, whimpering noise. She saw Dr. Giffin slowly stroking his hard cock as she was gutted.

Roy spoke as he worked. "See, these human meat types, people don't realize how long they can actually live as long as you don't mess with the vital organs, see? She don't need her guts. I mean, the heart, and lungs, sure. But this crap ain't worth shit," here he laughed for a moment. "So we can stuff her up real nice and start the roasting while she is still breathing and conscious and everythin."

A bag of spiced breading was produced as Roy started shoving it up inside the now empty cavity of Vicki's abdomen. Laying helplessly, watching Dr. Giffin stroking himself at her pain, feeling her insides being stuffed in preparation for roasting, the girl wondered how she could stay alive and conscious while this was happening.

Roy picked up a huge curved needle that trailed a heavy twine and began to sew up the gaping wound in Vicki's stomach. "So yeah... we just sew her back up here, she has lost some blood but not too much and if you do all this quick enough, which I do because I am good, see... " as Roy spoke the needle was forced through stomach flesh and slowly tightened the sides of the giant gash back together.

"And there you go, proffesser. She is all ready for roasting, almost. You wanna take her now, now is the time."

Dr. Giffin walked to the rear of Vicki, where her ass was sticking out, legs dangling and spread slightly. As he pushed his cock into her gaping cunt, he spoke to her. "Well, my dear, this is a special treat. Fucking you one last time, when your insides are full of spices and stuffing, just like the piece of meat you are and always have been."

He shoved deep inside her, pushing and straining. Vicki felt him deep inside her, but it no longer had meaning. She had been eviscerated, her body was now truly nothing but meat. She floated in kind of a horrible, tortured dream state as her lover said goodbye with a final fuck, and when he burst inside her she hardly knew it.

She lay with no strength to move  when Roy brought over a long metal tube with a sharp end. She screamed as best she could when he shoved it up her cunt, working it through the now lubricated folds of flesh and then pushed it through her cervix, sliced through the uterus, and into the stomach cavity. With a slow, practiced wiggling motion, Roy forced the rod through her diaphragm, between her lungs and to the side of her heart and finally out through her neck at her shoulder. Expertly, the roasting spit impaled her without killing her immediately.

Her ankles were tied to the rod, and the two men lifted her up and carried her across the room and into the roasting room. There, two other girls were slowly turning on spits above radiant heat fires, cooking slowly. Vicki was placed above a fire pit, and the fire was turned on. The heat rapidly began cooking her flesh and the spit began turning her body so that she would cook slowly and evenly.

Vicki was aware of every step, and even attempted to make some cries. The heat of the fire became unbearable, burning and searing her flesh. Her hair sizzled, crinkled and burned away. She was aware when her eyes could no longer see, for the heat had boiled the internal viscous fluid opaque. Initially, she sweat so badly the water poured off her flesh and sizzled in the fire below, but she rapidly lost the ability to sweat as her flesh cooked.

As consciousness faded for the last time, Vicki's last sensation was of butter and sauce being poured over her body and Dr. Giffin saying something like... "The wife will enjoy having a nice roast tonight..."