Chapter Five - Meat Emma

Then it was the night before Emma’s butchery. Cecily hadn’t been invited back into Paul and Tina’s bedroom, a place from which they only seemed to appear for meals, and she’d been left alone with the increasingly excited girl. To her own surprise, in an effort to distract Emma and calm her down, she’d actually suggested they try some mother-daughter scat.

It wasn’t a success, probably the lack of an erect penis, with its promise of squeezing into their shitty holes, prevented them from losing themselves in the moment. At least, reflected Cecily, as she sponged their mixed turds from her daughter’s back in the shower, it has calmed Emma down a bit.

Dried after their shower they lay cuddled together in bed, naked as always. With her new-found ability to try and be intimate with Emma she nearly reached round to stimulate her daughter’s clit, but the failure of their attempt to recreate the excitement of her first scat session dissuaded her.

Instead she just shifted a little closer and settled down to sleep. Although she did allow one hand to squeeze a peachy-soft young buttock.

****

“Shhh!”

Cecily had mumbled as she was cautiously shaken awake, but the hissed admonition silenced her. Blearily opening her eyes, she was startled to see her husband standing by the bed, stark naked and tumescent. For one moment she thought he wanted her, but his next whispered words disabused her of that notion.

“Roll Emma onto her front and pull her cheeks apart. I’m going to get her slaughtering started properly.”

“Gently!” he hissed sharply again, as Cecily’s nervous handling of her unsuspecting daughter caused the girl to stir.

While she knew they were both just meat, Cecily couldn’t help a slight twinge of guilt as she eased apart her daughter’s buttocks, feeling the smooth skin stretch into the soft fleshy cheeks were her fingers pressed in. A shaft of early morning sunlight between the gap in the curtains perfectly illuminated the valley she’d just opened, highlighting the delicate and undamaged rosebud hidden in there.

Undamaged was not the condition it was to remain. Distressing though she found what she was assisting in, Cecily couldn’t help watching as her husband carefully manoeuvred his stiff cock against the virgin sphincter. Next moment she clearly saw a spurt of blood as he slammed himself forward, forcing himself into a hole that couldn’t spread fast enough to take the rushing intruder.

The pounding seemed to go on for ever, Emma, waking with a shriek, managed to howl with every violent thrust. Cecily knew what must be happening to her daughter’s bowels with such a forceful assault, she’d had so many herself over the last few weeks. At least her daughter wouldn’t suffer the added torture that was now the lavatory for Cecily, each shit a pure agony as blood streaked turds were reluctantly pushed out.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband grunting his seed into the tortured teenage rectum. Standing back to admire his handiwork, he ignored Cecily and her half-open mouth as he gave Emma her instructions.

“Take your time getting cleaned up, we won’t be needing you until after lunch. Leave your hair alone though, especially your bush, Tina wants to show off her skills with a blowtorch when the guys arrive.”

With that he left, his shit and blood smeared dick still quite erect. Cecily had no desire to taste another turd, but licking him clean would have been a last intimate moment between them, especially as it would have been their daughter’s arse she would have been savouring. Instead she turned her attention to her daughter, still whimpering where she lay on the bed.

“Is this what happened to yours?” Emma gasped through the pain to her mother.

Cecily couldn’t speak, just nodded.

“Good.” Emma panted. “I want to do things right.”

Again Cecily wished she’d been raised more like the girls of today. Her school, though very highly thought of, had been considered somewhat old-fashioned even when she was young. It would have been so good to be able to see being turned to meat as the exciting experience modern women did, rather than the unpleasant duty that she’d been taught it was. Thank goodness her second daughter-turned-meat-girl had listened to her peers rather than maternal advice, leaving her able to appreciate the anal destruction she had just been given.

****

The time was rapidly approaching half past twelve, the moment they were expected downstairs. For some time now the front door bell had been repeatedly ringing, each time increasing the hubbub of male voices from the living room. Cecily, sitting on the bed, was watching her daughter check herself out in the mirror, trying to look casual and not as jittery as she felt. She assured herself there really wasn’t any need to be anxious for Emma, look how the girl had taken her first real taste this morning, but she knew her husband would be looking to impress his friends, and that was going to mean a very hard afternoon for their meat-girl.

She had to admit that Emma was looking pretty delicious. After her anus had stopped bleeding she’d had a long hot shower and got her mother to help her with her hair, so that it sprang from her head in silky smooth waves. Like her mother, she’d had to let the hair over her body grow unchecked, but unlike Cecily, apart from the dark scrub covering her pussy, she now had a soft light down covering her arms and legs, barely darker than her skin.

“You’re looking lovely darling.” she told her daughter, looking longingly at the same pert little tits that she used to have. “It’s almost a shame you’re going to be butchered.”

“Thanks mum.” replied Emma, taking the compliment easily. “But I wouldn’t want to wait. Now’s the perfect time, while my skin’s still so soft and my meat’s still really tender.”

She must have caught a look of a mother’s face at this, because she went on the hastily, “Not that you don’t look lovely mum, and your boobs are coming on a treat.”

Cecily stood up at this, not wanting to ruin Emma’s day by saying how she really felt about her own body, and hastily changed the subject.

“It’s just about time to go downstairs. Do you need me to check your bottom again, make sure it’s really stopped bleeding?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that now.” Emma laughed. “If it isn’t, pretty soon it’ll be the only part of me that’s not.”

It was a rather nervous Cecily who took her daughter’s hand at the top of the stairs. Emma, who was about to be butchered and eaten, seemed nothing but excited, while her mother, who was for the first time naked in solidarity with her daughter, was trembling. Cecily had seen how her body looked, next to Emma’s near-perfect young figure, and knew it wasn’t a flattering comparison for her. Her tits, now at least a G, were covered in stretch marks and starting to bruise where the meat squished up against tight skin. She hadn’t even managed completely naked, needing the support of a half-cup bra, the latest of her recent, increasingly larger, purchases, to stop the weight in her tits splitting dangerously over-stretched skin open. Still shy about her body, in spite of how much she’d had to display it recently, she knew this afternoon would be a succession of crude jokes from her husband’s friends, especially with teats that now flapped as she walked.

****

“Emma, you’re here!”

Tina rushed forward as mother and daughter stepped into the room. Ignoring Cecily, she dragged the girl away into the centre where a preparation table had been set up.

“Hop up there and stand with your feet apart.” Tina told Emma, as she reached down for a neat little blowtorch. “I thought I’d start with your legs so I can get my hand in before moving on to that lovely bush over your pussy and arse.”

“Moo-ve over Ermintrude.” someone joshed, pushing Cecily aside to get a better view of the action.

Cecily, ever polite, gave a weak little smile as she gave way, her view of the table now hidden by a wall of male backs. She’d seen Tina burn Emma’s pussy hairs clean off, and heard the request for the girl to kneel down, doggy style, so her arsehole could be denuded. Now unseen, the result of that request to spread her cheeks was an appreciative gasp - the audience would have just seen the effects of savage buggery on a virgin hole.

“Thank you Tina, that’s a lovely job.”

At last the guests shuffled around again, giving Cecily, if she craned her neck, a view of the action on the table. Her daughter’s arse, still up in the air with its cheeks held open, was facing her. She reluctantly admitted Tina had done a good job, Emma’s crack was as smooth as a child’s, the gaping and bruised anus as hairless as the rest.

Paul, who had just thanked his new woman for her work, quickly moved in to fix strong metal tourniquets round the tops of his daughter’s thighs. As he screwed them tight the flesh around them turned first blue and then a nasty mottled white. As her legs were crushed, Emma gave out her first whimpers of pain since her brutal awakening that morning.

“Pass me the saw.”

“Hold that roasting tin still could you.”

Her view obscured once more by the pressing crush, only the sounds and occasional comment gave Cecily any clue to the action as her daughter began to be butchered. She reckoned Emma must have been snuffed right away, she was sorry she’d missed that, as even the sound of saw on bone didn’t elicit a howl from the unseen girl. When, at last, a movement in the watchers allowed her a glimpse of the centre, she was amazed to see her daughter’s face still very much alive - pale and sweaty, but not even in that much pain.

Finally the crowd parted properly, to let Tina through with a roasting tin so heavily laden she could barely carry it. Its contents were a pair of slender young legs, neatly severed at the top of the thigh. Even without the very big clue, Cecily would have known them anywhere, she’d been seeing them for years and had lain in bed stroking them for the past fortnight. When she looked to the table, there was Emma, balancing on her elbows as she proudly watched her departing limbs, her legs reduced to neatly cut stumps a few inches long.

With the guests dispersing, the entertainment presumably over for now, Cecily moved in to grab a word with her daughter.

“Are you all right there?” she asked, although it felt a bit redundant, the girls still seemed quite cheerful.

“It’s amazing!” Emma chirped excitedly. “These clamps are so tight that my legs were really numb. I barely felt anything when dad was sawing them off.”

“I’m glad about that. It’s nice to know this isn’t too painful for you.”

“That’s not it mum.” her daughter corrected her. “There’ll be plenty of screaming from me later. I bet dad’s planning to make it far more painful for me. It’s just that it’ll take Tina a few hours to coast my legs, and I didn’t want to peak too early.”

Cecily had been expecting to see Emma roasted on a spit over a pit, like Amber was. That couldn’t be the plan, not if she was waiting for her legs to cook, her torso would take at least as long to cook through properly. Unfortunately, before she could quiz her daughter any more, a sudden rush of men to the table again pushed her out of the way.

“Okay lads.” her husband was announcing loudly from somewhere in the throng. “You knows the rules, two minutes each and no snacking - we’re having the meat properly cooked this time.”

This last comment brought a shout of laughter from most of the men present. Luckily, or possibly unluckily, Cecily was standing next to a man who hadn’t got the joke, but one of the other’s hastened to explain.

“You missed Arthur’s party last year, didn’t you? We all got a bit plastered on some cheap vodka he’d bought off the back of a lorry, tasted a bit like paint stripper but strangely moreish. Anyway, some joker took a bite out of his wife’s tit before Arthur had even started prepping her, she still had her knickers on. Things got a bit out of hand after that and we never even got her over the coals - probably a good thing, I don’t think any of us were in a fit state to be trusted with a knife.”

Cecily remembered Arthur’s wife Joan, they’d moved in the same social circles. She’d been a cheerful little thing with a shock of curly her and quite a decent cleavage. It was strange to think she’d been eaten raw by her husband and a bunch of drunken blokes - but that was men for you when they’d had a few too many.

As the crowd shifted again she could see what was happening to Emma. There seemed to be a competition to find who could blow his load fastest in her pussy. Held down on the edge of the table, her severed legs leaving easy access, man after man was thrashing her cunt as hard and as fast as he could. By the time it was over, the winner having come in at an amazing ninety-seven seconds, her bare little crotch was gaping and bloody.

“I’m not sure I’d manage the weight, even without her legs. Why not get Cecily to do it?”

The motion of the crowd had pushed Cecily near enough to Tina and Paul to catch this last sentence of their conversation. Paul, looking up and seeing her so close, indicated she should join them. She stepped up nervously, it must be something to do with Emma, and something that a woman who she’d seen cheerfully eat fresh shit didn’t want to do.

“Tina isn’t very strong,” her husband told her, while Tina looked a little smug beside him. “And I know you’ve always kept fit. I wanted Emma carried out as a trophy to the barbecue. You should be able to do that, shouldn’t you?”

That didn’t sound so bad, just carrying her daughter outside. The girl wasn’t at all heavy, and with her legs gone she shouldn’t weigh much at all. Cecily nodded willingly.

“That’s great. Just make sure you get your hand right up into her cunt, so she doesn’t overbalance.”

It took Cecily a moment to work this out. Then she understood, she was going to be fisting her own daughter. With the girls entire weight-bearing down on her cervix, her pussy would likely get more damage than a dozen men had managed.

She had to do it anyway, but some inappropriately lingering maternal feeling made her ask Emma.

“You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Don’t be silly mum, of course I’m okay with it. Anyway, I’m just meat-girl, I have to do what I’m told.”

Even after the dicks of her husband’s friends, Emma’s young pussy was still pretty tight. Cecily could see her daughter gasping as she tried to ease her hand into the resisting hole.

“Stop fiddling. Just jam it into my cunt. You do know you’re supposed to be hurting me?”

She could feel her fist slowly ripping open her daughter’s cervix, even on the short walk outside. As she stepped onto the patio a cheer went up from the crowd of rather tipsy guests, enjoying the sight of a young body impaled on her mother’s wrist. Despite the reduced weight, Cecily was extremely glad when she finally staggered up to her husband, a pair of sharp steel hooks held lightly in one hand.

“Hold out your hands then Emma, So we can get you hung properly.”

Cecily would have done so when asked, but not with the enthusiasm that her whimpering daughter managed to show, more in the resigned way the meat-girl on Saturday had opened her mouth and leaned back to get her vocal chords cut. She could feel the girls spasms of pain around her fist, even if she hadn’t been moaning at every slight jolt, but Emma held her hands steadily even if she shrieked, each hook brutally mutilating bone and tendon.

After her daughter had been pulled up off her hand, the girls ruined cunt, even now dripping with more than just blood, Cecily finally discovered Emma’s fate. Her daughter would be providing the absolutely freshest steaks for the barbecue. She had to see it through, if only for Emma’s sake, as slices of meat were cut from the writhing young body and slapped over the glowing coals.

Emma hung on a long time. Her rump and tits were blackening over the coals, and a skilfully filleted pussy had left a neat hole in her crotch, before her belly was finally opened so her liver could be sliced and fried in a pan already prepared with sizzling onions. That caused a rush to get slices of fatty belly, and the tenderer cuts from her back, while the meat was still live. In the end she only just missed seeing her thighs, roasted to perfection, brought out from the oven in the kitchen. The smell was amazing, even Cecily couldn’t resist a few slices of such perfectly cooked meat.

****

In the end the party hadn’t been too bad. Emma had been such a hit that Cecily’s naked body hadn’t attracted as much attention as she’d feared.

She hadn’t been completely ignored, some parts of her had grown too much for that. Before the hormones had started their work she’d had just about enough to not count as flat-chested - three weeks in her busts had exploded. At first having a bit of cleavage had been fun, even if they did seem to constantly ache, but, as the days passed, and the inexorable expansion continued - so fast she sometimes felt she could see them growing - they turned into a permanently tormenting reminder of her condition.

Now her boobs ached worse than ever - Paul’s friends had been quite drunk and rather rough, taking particular delight in making her squeak by pinching her long and floppy nipples. Her arse, already sore from John’s ministrations, had experienced more than one person squeezing the cheeks and commenting on how tender the meat felt. She had to admit, apart from the bruising, her backside was looking good. The beatings were doing their job, when the swelling went down she could feel how soft and pliable her flesh had become, the cheeks even seemed rounder and larger, more like how her teenage bottom had looked.

While Cecily didn’t share her daughter’s desire for a lingering and painful slaughter, particularly not with an audience, she was glad Emma had gone out the way she wanted. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves, even Tina had talked to her after the guests had left.

“That was great.” Tina had said “Emma was so excited when I told her she was to be live cuts for the barbecue, and I think she made a fantastic display.”

“I think she did to.” quavered Cecily, torn between maternal pride and lingering concern for her own fate.

“And she tasted so good as well.” continued Tina, oblivious to the uncertainty in Cecily’s reply. “I noticed you tucking into a hearty portion. I hope I’m that popular when I’m cooked.”