The first thing I notice when we enter the room is the smell. Strongest is the coppery smell of blood, but mixed with it are other scents as well. Sweat, offal, and the unmistakeable scent of female arousal. My nose twitches for a moment, unable to decide if the combination is pleasant or not, but my cunt instantly clench in a mix of terror and arousal at the significance of this room. This is where they butcher women. This is where they will butcher us.
Goosebumps spread over my skin as I slowly take in the room while they get ready for us. I don't know if it's because of fear or the chill, but I am unable to resist taking a step closer to Kimmi, my hand seeking hers for reassurance. She grasps it tight, her hand warm and familiar, and gives a reassuring squeeze. In one corner hangs four carcasses, throats slit and blood still draining slowly from two of them. The cold air is to stop their meat from spoiling, and I wonder how long it'll be before we won't be anything but meat either. Not long, I'm sure.
There are three butchers in the room, one hosing blood of the floor, apparently something they do after each woman, while another is busy sharpening his knife. The third one is looking over a clipboard, and it's him that look up to address us.
'You the volunteer couple?' He asks, sounding bored. I squeeze Kimmi's hand tight, and want to tell her that she doesn't have to do this, we don't both have to die, but I know her mind is made up. I knew it from the moment we first made our promise to eachother. Once the first of us is drawn from the lottery, the other will volunteer so we can be done together. If it had been the other way around, if she had recieved the notice to report for butchering, nothing could have made me leave her side, stopped me from joining her as meat.
As these thoughts pass through my head, Kimmi is already replying to the butcher.
'I am. We promised eachother that when one of us was pulled, the other would volunteer.'
The guy nods, looking down on his clipboard and checks both our lottery numbers, just for confirmation. Without me even noticing, it's suddenly gone quiet in the room, the floor is mostly clean of blood, and apparently his knife is sharp enough for us. The guy with the clipboard looks at us for a second, then seems to reach a decision.
'You've got thirty seconds to say goodbye, and that's only because you volunteering is giving us double the meat for the price of one. After that, we need to get you strung up.'
We turn to face eachother, and when our eyes meet, I find myself unable to say anything. I just collapse into Kimmi, letting her wrap her arms around me, burying my face in her shoulder, nuzzling against her neck as I breathe in her familiar, comforting scent. She's stroking my hair with one hand, the other moving slowly down my back to my ass - my rump meat, I find myself thinking - before sliding around to my front, slipping between our bodies and cupping my wet cunt - my fillet - grinding the palm of her hand against me. Her way of reminding me that even if we didn't want this, it is a long time fantasy of ours. Countless times during sex we've talked about what it would be like when we are finally butchered, made into meat, and now that the time has come, I find myself incredibly and undeniably aroused.
'Please.' I whisper against her neck, unable to do anything but cling desperately to her, but I feel her nod imperceptible, and a moment later her fingers are in me, stretching me prefectly while she maneuvers her thumb to rub over my throbbing clit. My orgasm is near instanteneous, so turned on am I at the thought of our impending butchering, my juices soaking her hand and running down my legs as I gasp for air, quivering in her arms. I stay there, leaning my weight against her strong body, enjoying her holding me, as I feel her maneuver her own cunt against my thigh, and I smile against her neck as I push it up against her, feeling her smear her juices all over my skin as she rubs herself against me for a few seconds before she too stiffens in orgasm. She's stronger than me, and continues to support us both even as I can hear her moan out my name in pleasure.
We stay in that position for a few seconds, soaking in the closeness, before both of us pull our heads back slightly to look at eachother, my eyes instantly seeking hers. She looks at me, and smiles softly, leaning forward to give me a gentle, loving kiss, our tongues lapping playfully at eachother for just a moment before someone clears their throat, interrupting us.
We slowly let go of eachother and turn to face the butchers, and I suddenly realise my face feels hot, though whether from shame or arousal I can't say. One of them is readying hooks for us from the ceiling crane, the other two holding the equipment to secure us with. Analhooks with handcuffs attached to secure our hands behind our backs, and heavy, padded anklecuffs, designed to hold our weight. All three of the butchers have noticeable bulges behind their aprons, obviously turned on by our display, or maybe by the thought of what they are about to do to us.
'Turn around, hands behind your back.' It's an order, not a request, but he still manages to sound reasonably friendly. I'm about to comply when I feel Kimmi's hand touch my arm gently. 'Wait.' She says softly. I look at her face questioningly, but her attention is on the butchers, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips nervously.
'Can you secure our hands to the others hook? That way we can hold eachother right until... You know. Please.' She turns slightly to look at me after voicing her request, smiling and biting her lip, and I feel my love for her welling up strongly for a moment, smiling back at her. We quickly turn our attention back to the butchers though, pleading with our eyes.
One of them is looking at the other, apparently the leader, and he seems to think for a moment, before simply shrugging his shoulders, unconcerned.
'Ok. Get over here, we don't want to carry you around tied together, getting you strung up will be difficult enough.'
We nod, and quickly move to stand next to the hooks that will be holding us, the guy operating the crane is already moving one of them out of the way. The other two each approach one of us with the tools they will use to secure us.
'Mouth, cunt, or dry?' He's holding the analhook in front of me, and I realise he's offering to let me lubricate it before forcing it into my ass. Instead of a point, there's a ping-pong sized metal ball at the end of the hook. It's not meant to damge, as that might contaminate my meat, but simply stay securely locked in my tight hole.
'Mouth.' I say, and open obediently, preparing to cover the ball in my spit. It's cold, and uncomfortably big, stretching my mouth wide open, but when I look out at the side of my eyes, Kimmi looks undeniably sexy next to me with the big metal ball in her mouth, her tongue peeking out, her wink telling me she's putting on a show for my benefit, and I wink back, pushing my mouth further onto my own hook, making myself gag, which I know she enjoys.
When the butcher pulls the ball out of my mouth, it's covered in a shining layer of my own thick saliva, wet strings hanging from it to my open lips. Kimmi's in a similar state, and while the fear is still there, I can also feel my arousal growing.
'Ok girls, stand close, and hold onto eachother.' We quickly comply, hugging eachother in a nearly ordinary way, our hands on eachothers lower back, as the butchers maneuver us into position. Once they're satisfied, I see Kimmi grinning mischiveously at me, and a moment later I feel her hands on my butt, spreading my cheeks lewdly, presenting my tight hole to the butchers. I grin back at her, excitement overcoming my shame, and reach my own hands down, teasingly running one finger over her ring of muscle before grapping her cheeks and spreading them in a similar way.
'Ready to be stretched for the last time?' I ask her, in a rare show of bravado, biting my lip. 'I know I can't wait to feel that thick plug filling me up...' As if on a cue, I feel the butcher press the thick metal ball against my hole, and I'm unable to contain a low, purring moan as he slowly pushes harder against me, forcing my body to accept the intruder. A moment later, it slips in, and I'm unable to suppress a groan of pained pleasure as my ass stretches wide before clamping down on the other side of the ball, panting slightly at the delicious burn of being stretched.
Kimmi is staring at me in open lust, but a moment later her eyes widen slightly and a soft 'Ohhh.' escapes her lips, and I know the other butcher is pushing the ball into her ass. I love looking at her getting her ass stretched, as her eyes close and her head falls back, small breathy sounds coming out of her mouth before she suddenly gasps, and I know the ball is all the way in her.
'We appreciate the help girls, but you can let go now.' One of the butchers say, and there's a definite hint of amusement in his voice. I feel Kimmi release my ass, her hands returning to the small of my back, but I am unable to resist giving hers a quick spank after letting go, grinning impishly at her.
The butchers quickly secure our arms, both wrists and elbows strapped, pressing us close to eachother, breasts pressed together and breaths mixing. Kimmi leans forward, tilting her head to the side in open invitation, and I give her a deep kiss, humming in pleasure while I feel the butchers kneel down to secure our ankles. I hear the rattle of the chain attached to the ceiling crane, and feel the metal links brush against my skin before the butchers stand, issuing new orders to get us into the proper position.
We're carefully maneuvered into a vertical postion, two of the butchers holding us up, as the third starts the crane, and after a few seconds of the chain rattling, I feel it beginning to tug at my ankles. Slowly but surely we're hoisted up, the butchers holding us supporting our weight and taking care we're not jostled around too much, and it doesn't take long before we're hanging upside down, the end of Kimmi's longer hair just brushing over the floor. We swing gently, but I feel a steadying hand on my butt to still us.
'Ok girls. In a moment we'll begin pleasuring you, and then when you reach orgasm, we'll slit your throats, letting your blood drain from your meat. Any last words?'
I look intently at Kimmi, trying to convey the depth of my feelings for her.
'I love you. Thank for for doing this with me, even though you didn't have to. I'm so glad to have you here, with me.' I smile, and feel my eyes tear up slightly, emotion for a moment overriding both fear and arousal.
'Of course.' She smiles back at me. 'There's no way I'd let you face your butchering alone, I love you too much for that. Besides, it's not as if we've never fantasised about this.' She gives me her best sexy grin, and I feel fresh wetness between my legs. 'Now, let's become meat together, like we were meant to.'
I grin at her in eager excitement, my fear completely gone, leaving only arousal at the thought of what's to come. Kimmi lets out a low moan of pleasure, and before I have time to wonder what's happening, I find myself gasping as practiced fingers start teasing my already aching cunt.
I can feel calloused fingers rubbing over my clit as the butchers other arm comes around from the side, holding a gleaming steel knife against my throat, and my arousal spikes intensely. In front of me, I can see Kimmi's butcher pressing a similar knife against her throat, a small drop of her blood running down the blade and the sight nearly makes me cum instantly.
Kimmi seems to be ahead of me though, a string of explitives spilling from her as her orgasm draws near. In a final moment of clarity, her eyes fly open, staring straight at me.
'Together!' She gasps, and then she's orgasming, her body tensing and quivering against mine as the butcher draws the knife across her slender neck, cutting deep and opening her throat wide.
The feel of my lovers hot life blood splashing on my face as she convulses in orgasm and death sends me instantly over the edge, and a moment later I'm thrashing in pleasure, moaning out a final 'Together!' Before I feel the sharp knife biting deep into my throat, my blood eager to join Kimmi's as it rushes out.
The crimson of our mixed blood is all I see as we continue thrashing and quivering together as we bleed out, our warm, living bodies slowly becoming cooling meat as darkness creeps in on the red, our movement slowing as I can feel myself fading away, my Kimmi pressed close to me till the very end.