Feast Day
by Fire-Bird (Inspired by Dolcett & Hill)
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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