Andrea's Meats
tags: M/f, meat girl, hanging, sex, semi-cons, snuff
disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!
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I was trying to remember all the things I needed for the barbecue when the first snowflakes started falling. The forecast was saying that we should expect at least two feet of snow tonight, but looking at the sky I called that bullshit.
A few minutes ago I had picked up the coal, the vegetables for the salad, the beer and the last thing to get was the meat. I parked my car next to the butcher and went inside.
‘Hello sir, and welcome to Andrea’s Meats. How may I help you?’ Said the girl behind the counter as I closed the door behind me.
She was wearing the uniform of the shop. Black tights, a black bikini top and no shoes though she had a silver chain around one of the ankles. Her brown hair was pulled tight behind her in a ponytail, and a tag with Stephanie written in it was pinned above her breast.
As I looked at her I thought there was something strange about her, but I couldn't quite figure out what.
‘Hello Stephanie. I haven't seen you here before, are you new?’ I asked her.
‘Yes sir, this is my first day here!’ she said nervously as I examined her young body.
‘May I offer you some cuts, sir?’ she said, indicating the ample selection of meat in the fridge.
I looked it over, noticing the selection of girl cuts in front of me. Ribs, rump, chuck, shoulders, breasts and pussy. All the best meats were on display, and they even had some veal.
‘How much for those, Stephanie?’ I said pointing at a pair of breast on display.
She started picking a few items as I selected them, weighting and then tagging them as I tried to figure out how much meat I needed.
As Stephanie was packing up my order, I checked her lovely butt and wondered how much a live meat girl would cost. It would be expensive, that was sure, but maybe I could get at least one in my life, now that my wife and my daughter had been collected, right?
‘Stephanie?’ I asked her, as she hummed quietly. ‘How much are you worth?’
Shocked, she took a step back until she bumped the back counter, while her left arm covered her breasts.
She stammered a few times, saying that she wasn't sure if she was for sale, but I told her that all the meat in display was for sale, as the sign behind her said.
Crestfallen, she looked behind her and read the sign. I could see her breathing accelerating as she realized the situation. For a moment she stood there, and I was sure she was going to run for it, but just as she started turning, the manager appeared from nowhere and grabbed her by one arm.
‘Hello, is there a problem?’ she said.
‘Hello Andrea. No problem, I was just asking young Stephanie how much was she worth’ I said as I looked between the two women.
Andrea was an old women, around 40 years old now and for the last 10, free of the Female Conversion Act of 2001. She had opened a meat shop after her last husband had died, and business had been good. She always had excellent meat on stock, and her prices were reasonable, so people came from far away to get her products.
I heard she was even trying to open an online shop, but I prefered to check the meat in person.
The funny thing, was that Stephanie looked like a younger version of Andrea...
‘Excuse me, but� are you two related?’ I asked, still confused.
‘Yes, this is my youngest daughter, Stephanie’ she said, still holding the terrified girl by one arm.
‘Well, let us first see how much she weights first, shall we?’ Andrea said as she dragged the helpless girl to a big scale by the corner. ‘You do know that she is veal, don't you?’ she asked me, and I noded.
I had figured out that much when I first saw her. If I had to bet, I would say she was 15 years old, and not a day more.
Stephanie stepped into it with a terrified look in her face as Andrea read the weight.
‘She is a bit under 80 pounds. At 25 dollars a pound that is around 2000 dollars’ she said.
I did a little math in my head, and 80 pounds was way too much for the barbecue, but I could freeze the leftovers, and the price wasn't that bad especially for veal.
After one last look at her, were I noticed the nipples poking under the fabric of her bikini, I said yes.
‘You want me to hang her for you, or do you prefer to do it yourself?’ Andrea asked me pulling Stephine behind her.
‘Dont worry, me and the boys will take care of that. Thanks though’ I said as I took out my credit card before laying it in the counter.
Andrea let Stephanie charge it, which was a bit mean if you asked me. Shaking, she handed me the papers and forms I had to fill since I would be taking her out alive and she was considered veal.
‘Paper or plastic?’ she asked me, her voice barely above a whisper.
‘Neither, I brought a leash, thank you’.
After that, Andrea ler poor Stephanie around the counter and without saying a word to the poor girl, thanked me for the purchase and said goodbye. I took a set of handcuffs from by back pocket, chaining her hands behind her back, and I placed the leash I had around her neck, closing the strap tightly over the throat.
I lead her outside into the cold winter air, and headed for my car. What were a few snowflakes a few minutes ago had turned out into a pretty thick snowfall, and the street was already white, but she followed me slowly as her bare feet were not a good choice for the icy sidewalk.
As I opened the trunk of my car I could see goosebumps all over her beautiful body, and her breath forming a big cloud of steam as she exhaled.
Since her hands were tied behind her back, I picked her up and placed her inside a big cardboard box I kept on the back. She looked at me desperately as I closed the trunk, but she never said a word.
As I drove away, I could hear her sobbing quietly.
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Half and hour later I arrived home. By that time, the snow was falling thick enough to make me worried and if not for the now plow that had obviously passed by not long ago, I would surely be stuck.
I parked the car inside the garage, and closed the door. Outside, the wind howled furiously as I opened the trunk.
Stephanie looked at me instantly, her eyes sad and resigned. Her face was a mess as her tears had ruined her make up, but I paid that no mind.
With a bit of effort, I picked her up with the box, and I carried her into the kitchen, before I returned to the car for the rest of the groceries I had bought earlier.
She waited in the box as I ordered the groceries in the fridge and the pantry, until I got a message from the my guy from work. The roads were a mess, and they wouldn't be able to come tonight.
Shit, now what would I do with her?
I stood next to the fridge, sipping a beer and looking at Stephanie while she looked at me. She looked a bit calmer than before, but her skin was still covered in goosebumps despite the warm air inside.
Curiously, I noticed that her name tag wasn't pinned to the string that held her bikini, and when I pulled it off I noticed that the pin was stuck into her flesh. A small drop of blood fell as I took it out, and she winced more in surprise than in pain.
‘Well, I was planning on hanging you now, but since they won't be coming today and I don't have a freezer big enough for you, I guess you will have to spend the night in the pantry’ I said as I walked up to her.
‘You don't mind, do you?’ I asked her as I helped her out of the box and into the walk in pantry.
Once inside, I had her kneel on the floor, with her back against one of the shelf supports. Unclipping her leash, I pressed her neck against the wood and made a few loops around it, tying it in place with a knot. With her hands behind her back she wouldn't be going anywhere tonight�
She looked at me in resignation as closed the door behind me. And went to make myself something to eat.
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The next morning I woke up after nine and soon realized the power was out. Looking outside, it was easy to see why. The snow was piled as high as my window, and it was still falling strong. I don't think I would be going anywhere today.
Hungry, I went down into the kitchen to make myself some toast on the stove. As I waited, I saw the box on the floor, and I remembered that Stephanie was still in the pantry.
I opened the door and I found here in the same place I had left her, still tied by her neck. She looked tired and a bit pissed.
‘Please, I really need to go to the toilette’ she said looking down.
Embarrassed for not having thought of that, I undid the knot and helped her up as she was a little unsteady on her feet. Her legs must have been pretty cramped after a night kneeling on the floor, but she walked quickly behind me towards the bathroom.
Once we got to there, she stood by the toilette and I realized the problem. She looked resigned to her fate, but I didn't want to risk uncuffing her yet, so I pulled her tights down around her ankles, noticing that she had no panties on.
She sat and started peeing, oblivious to my presence. I could see the relief spreading over her face as she finished peeing almost a minute later.
Realising the situation, she started blushing as she asked for help again, but I knew what to do as I had raised a little girl before.
I wiped her and helped her up, raising her tights again. In that moment I felt a deep sense of intimacy between as, maybe because she reminded me about my daughter.
After she was done, I took her to the kitchen and she sat on one of the stools. I offered her some toast and she accepted, so we both sat and had breakfast. Since she was still cuffed, I fed her the toast slowly.
‘So, you are calmer than yesterday, aren't you?’ I asked her.
She explained to me that it had been the shock of the moment, more than anything else. Half her sisters had already been converted, and many more of her friends too, so in a way she was a bit curious. After a night thinking about it, she realized that there were much worst ways to go.
I nodded, as I had seen girls go live into the fire with out anything for the pain as some said that ruined the flavor. That was probably the worst way to go, but everyone said it was the most delicious way to cook a meat girl.
‘Do you want some help with that?’ she said nodding towards my obvious erection.
Many years had passed since the last time I had sex with such a young girl, and in that situation I just couldn't say no.
I nodded, and she got on her knees in front of me before I pulled down my underwear, letting my cock out. She expertly took it in her mouth with our her hands and started sucking it.
Lost in the feeling of her warm mouth around the head, I grabbed her head in both hands and started guiding her, faster and deeper as I got closer to my orgasm. I could hear her gagging every time the tip entered her throat but she never stopped and it wasn't long before I came hard, burying myself in her and filling her with my seed.
I held her there as the last waves of pleasure faded away until my body relaxed. It had taken me a ridiculously short amount of time to cum, but it had been a long time and she was really good at it.
Once I let her head go, she stayed there, looking at my from below as kept sucking me. When she pulled back, she did it slowly, licking the last few drops of cum from my cock.
‘Mmmm, that was nice. You fucked my throat just like my dad used to!’ She said as she licked her lips.
Exhausted, I collapsed into one of the stools while I catched my breath.
She asked me if I was going to hang her soon, but seeing her body in those black tights and that bikini, I thought of the many other things I could do to her first.
Once I was recovered, I led her to the room, were removed her cuffs only to closed them again this time in front of her. I also took off the collar as it would be on the way later on.
We started kissing passionately, walking slowly as we did. Once we bumped into the bed, I kneeled in front of her to remove her tights.
When they were off, I trailed my fingers over her smooth legs while she played with my hair. Once I smelled her cunt so close to my face I couldn't stop myself. I pushed her back into the bed, and then started eating out her lovely pussy.
As I did, my mind started playing images of me eating her pussy grilled later that day and I renewed my efforts.
My tongue lapped her while I shoved one and then two fingers inside her, caressing her tender insides. From time to time, I would slowly suck her small clitoris, drawing little screams of pleasure from her. It wasn't long before my face was covered in her juices.
My free hand roamed her body as she squirmed in pleasure, reaching first her breasts were I pinched her nipples hard, and then with an effort I reached her neck.
I closed my hand around it, squeezing it until I could hear breathing slow down. Then I held her while I buried my tongue inside her pussy. It wasn't long before she started cumming hard, her body shaking uncontrollably, while her legs closed around my head in an effort to keep me there.
Exhausted, she collapsed in the bed, her hands on her face. I stood above her, wiping my face with her discarded tights before dropping them to the floor.
What followed was one of the best times of my life. I hadn't had sex like that since I was a teenager, and even then I had never been with a girl like her. We fucked each other in every possible way, spending hours exploring our bodies. When we had to rest, we did so in each other's arms as two old lovers.
After a quick lunch, I went into the garage and picked up the rope I would use to hang her, and place the loop around her neck while I was furiously fucking her ass. She screamed in surprise as I closed it tightly, pulling from it and making her arch her back.
She� was struggling pretty hard to breath with all her weight resting on the rope.
Exhausted, I couldn't hold myself anymore, and I came one last time, filling her bowels with my cum. I let go of the rope, and she fell forward into the bed. I fell on top of her, and I could hear her ragged breathing as the the noose was still tightly closed around her neck.
I loosened a bit, but left it around her neck as I pulled my cock from her beautiful ass.
I was pretty sure this hadn't been her first time being fucked with a noose, as teenagers this days were used to play with those thing, even when more than a few ended up in little ‘accidents’.
As we laid in the bed, she kept massaging her ass, still red from the slaps I had given her before. Then she took her hand between her legs, scooping the slimy cum that was coming out of her ass. She took her fingers into her mouth as she looked at me, cleaning the cum and juices from them.
I thought about what to do with her as she looked at me, and while this had been awesome so far, I still had to hang her. Resigned, I rose from the bed, grabbing the end of the rope.
‘I think it's time, Stephanie.’
She looked at me with a mixture of sadness and anticipation as I pulled lightly from the rope, forcing her to get up.
She sat for a moment from the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. Just for a second, she looked a lot younger than before, almost like a small child. The illusion was broken as she looked at me again. She was smiling as she rose from the bed.
As we walked slowly through the house on our way to the garage, the rope hung loose between us.
Outside, the� snow had stopped falling and sky was clearing slowly. A blindingly bright layer of snow covered everything, turning the street I knew so well into an alien landscape that looked out of this world.
Once we were in the garage, I led her to the middle of the room, were an open pulley was fixed to the roof. I left her there as I looked for a bucket I had around and she simply stood there, looking up with the noose around her neck.
When I returned she was shaking and her skin was covered in goosebumps again.
I placed the bucket on the floor, and grabbing her by her arms, pulled her into me before I kissed her deeply. Her hands went around me as she kissed me back.
When we broke off, I took a step back with the free end of the rope in one hand. I threw it at the pulley, and after the third try I managed to get it perfectly aligned in the wheel.
She kept her eyes on my chest the whole time, her breathing fast and shallow but she stood still despite being unchained.
I picked up a set of handcuffs, and I used them to secure her arms on her back. I had to pull her arms behind her as she resisted at first, and at that moment I was afraid she was going to panic and run.
I then picked a black canvas bag, offering it to her as a hood, but she said no, her voice barely a whisper.
I wonder what she was thinking at the time. Maybe her short life was flashing in front of her eyes. Maybe she was wishing for a miracle, an escape from death, but I think that she knew that it wasn't going to happen.
Grabbing her by the waist, I helped her up on to the bucket. As I let her go, she swayed a little and she started hyperventilating.
I held her again to keep her from falling, and told her to close her eyes and to breath deeply. Standing on the bucket, she was as tall as I was, so I laid her head on my shoulders. She started sobbing, and I simply hugged her.
After a few minutes, she stopped crying and I left her standing again. This time, she stood still with her eyes closed as she breathed deeply, knowing that those were her last breaths in this world.
I took the rope once again and I pulled until I took all the slack from it. Then I tied the end from a hook in the wall, doubling the know to keep it from slipping.
To my embarrassment, I realized my cock was hard again. Naked as I was, there was no way to hide it, so I walked to her until I was standing in front of her.
We looked at each other in silence for a few moments, until she looked away.
‘It’s been wonderful, thank you’ she said quietly, looking at the floor.
Her naked body shone under the light and her nipples were hard as I placed my foot on the bucket, ready to kick it. I smiled at her, slowly pushing more weight on it.
‘Do you think I will be tasty?’ she asked me and I was struck by the absurdity of the question.
‘You will be delicious, I will make sure of that’ I told her, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
She smiled at me, her eyes full of tears as she tried to keep her balance for as long as possible.
Resigned, I kicked the bucket from under her without warning. She fell a few inches until the noose closed tightly around her neck and the rope went taut. She gasped as she fell, losing what little air she had managed to keep in her lungs, and her face instantly became a mask of panic.
She looked at me, desperation plainly on her face and I wondered is she was having second thoughts as I fought with myself. There was nothing that I didn't want more than to cut her down and take her to my bedroom, to keep her there forever but I knew I couldn't.
The law was clear, once sold as meat, she had to be converted no later than 24 hours.
Without noticing, I had started jerking myself off as I looked at her body. Her eyes locked into my cock and I wanted to bury myself in her mouth one last time.
Her legs kicked wildly as she tried the reach the floor, but it was simply too far way. Her hands stretched behind her in search of something to grab, but there was more than 6 feet to the nearest wall.
I could hear her as she fought a losing battle to breath. The noose was digging deeply� into the flesh as she swung from place to place, and by that time her throat had probably been crushed.
As life slipped from her, I jerked faster and faster, until it started to hurt. Even then I kept going, sensing the orgasm that was close to me.
Minutes passed and I was surprised by how long she lasted. He body was still kicking, but she lacked strength and it seemed a reflex more than an attempt to save herself. Her face slowly changed color, first to red, then to purple, and finally a deep blue as the life finally disappeared from her eyes.
Once I reached the point of no return, I started cumming. My body seemed to want to pull itself apart as every muscle in it pulled hard while I send my cum flying into the floor below her.
At the same time as my body relaxed again, she stopped kicking and hung from the rope as I stood in front of her. To my surprise, her body spasmed one last time, and then she was still once again.
At that moment I felt terrible but I didn't want to remember this like that. I looked at her and I promised myself that I wouldn't forget her.
After all there would always be another girl. I went into the kitchen to make myself some coffee, and as the water boiled in the stove, the sun finally broke through the clouds and started shining into the kitchen.
The box was still laying on the floor, and I started wondering if Andrea had any more daughters working for her...
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