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   my first attempt at a dolcett story, based largly on a roleplay which I
have enjoyed very much with a friend of mine, so half of the credit belongs
to him...





   A Personal Touch - The Butchery of Sally

   by Valeska





   Chapter 1: the message

   Mike decided to go to bed early tonight.  His day at work had been long
and tiring, and the next day wouldn't be any else.  Like most other nights
Sally had already gone to sleep before him, in the moonlight he could well
make out the curvy shapes of her body, only covered by a thin sheet in this
warm summer night.  As he lifted the sheet to crawl underneath, he caught a
small wave of her scent.  Slowly he began to massage her back, and place
kisses on her shoulder.  Half asleep Sally enjoyed the touch of her
husband, and moaned softly as his hands moved further down her body.

   Suddenly they were interrupted by the harsh and unexpected sound of the
doorbell.  Annoyed of the disturbance, Mike turned to his wife:

   "Go see who it is."

   "Uh...  I'm tired, you go." Sally said pretending to be still half
asleep.

   "Come on dear, you go, this is the first time I got to relax a little
today." Mike underlined his request with a short slap on her butt.  "But
you better throw a bathrobe on, your sexy body might be a little much for
the caller."

   "Alright, alright."

   Sally slowly got out of bed, smiling at her lazy macho husband, while he
admired her naked body in the moonlight.  She wrapped herself in bathrobe
and slowly walked to the door, wondering who it might be at this late time.
As Sally opened the door, she saw an official looking man, holding a
clipboard and an envelope in his hands.

   "Are you Sally Smith?" The stranger spoke with a bored tone in his
voice, looking at Sally.

   "Yes that's me.  What is it this time of night?"

   The man shuffled his feet.  "Ahhh, sorry to be so late but I had car
troubles and I have to deliver this on the same day as printed." He hands
her the envelope and places the clipboard in front of her.  "Please sign
here."

   Sally took the envelope and tugged it into the belt of her bathrobe. 
The page on the clipboard listed many female names, with the name Sally
Smith being the last.  Still wondering what this is all about she signs
next to her name, and notices her bathrobe has loosened, allowing the
messenger a view of her breasts.

   "Would that be all then?" She hardly concealed the anger in her voice.

   "Yes, thank you."

   The messenger walked away and stepped back into his van, mumbling
something Sally could hardly understand, something about what would be good
for a staff sale.  As she watched him drive away Mike got up behind her,
wrapping his hands around his wife and placing a kiss on her neck.

   "Who was it?"

   "I don't know, some creepy guy delivered a letter for me."

   "Hm, what does it say?  Let's read it now, I have to be at work early
tomorrow.  We have a full day again apparently, lots of girls required for
some big event."

   "You will work extra hours tomorrow then?  Again?" said Sally with
disappointment, cuddling into his arms.

   "Yep, better to be busy than out of work.  Imagine if I had no job to
support you.  The only option would be to sell you for meat, so let's be
thankful, OK?"

   "OK."

   "Anyway I'm lucky to have this job.  The work at the slaughterhouse has
lots of bonuses for us, think of all the good quality meat and prime cuts."

   "Yes I know we are very lucky you have this job." Sally sighed as she
wished her husband's job wouldn't be so demanding.

   "OK then, let's see what this is all about." Mike watched over Sally's
shoulder.  His arms were still around her, one hand wondering to cup her
left breast.  Sally enjoyed the warmth of his touch as she took a paper
knife to open the envelope.

   "Careful with the knife!" Mike laughed.  "I'm naked here and as far as I
know men are not on the menu yet"

   "Hm, I've heard in Europe they are selling prime cuts of men nowadays,
so be careful with that hard thing in my back."

   "Damn Europeans!  Always trying to tell us how it's done!" Mike smiles
as he continues to rub his cock between his wife's butt checks.  "So what
does the letter say?"

   Sally unfolded the letter, on its head it says:

   PUBLIC MEAT LOTTERY - CARE OF VALLEY SLAUGHTERHOUSE

   "Uh, must be a mistake, it's from your boss.  It's for you I suppose.  "
Sally hands the letter to Mike, trying to ignore the nervous feeling that
is forming inside of her.

   "OK, let's see what it has to say, blah blah... report to the site...
blah...  for processing...  blah blah... 23rd of June... 8:30 am.  Hang on,
I don't think this is for me, let's read it again."

   Sally couldn't ignore her anxiety anymore as she heard the word
processing in a letter addressed to her.

   "Misses Sally Smith as part of the state program of population control,
you have been select by lottery to be processed as meat."

   "Oh no, me?  But..." Sally broke out in cold sweat.  Her guts felt like
turning inside out as Mike continued to read out the letter.

   "You are required to report to the valley slaughterhouse at 8:30 am for
processing."

   "What???  OH NO, that is YOUR slaughterhouse!"

   "Please leave behind any clothing or jewelry that you don't wish to be
claimed by the state.  Also please see below form for any family or friends
that wish to place advanced orders for your cuts of meat.  Yours
sincerely..."

   Mike rolled the letter in his hands.  "Yes my dear, that is my plant."

   "But...  I don't feel ready, not just now.  We wanted to go on holyday
next week, to the lake, remember?"

   "Yes, to take a week off.  It has been a while since we could do that,
hasn't it?  Now I guess tomorrow will be our last trip together."

   "What did it say?  Tomorrow?"

   "Yes tomorrow.  I see why the delivery came so late, it was important
for you to receive this letter today.  You had better go get ready, they
like your body to be completely shaved and your hair cut short, helps with
the butchery."

   Sally felt the need to cuddle back into Mikes arms, but suddenly she
felt frightened by the arms that have butchered so many before her.  It
angered her that her immanent slaughter seemed to be no disturbance to
Mike.

   "So this is totally normal for you now?  Hello???  It's me, your
wife!!!"

   "Not as of five minutes ago.  You belong to the state and I'm a state
employee.  Sorry, but the job always comes first."

   "Ass!" Sally felt the frustration of being married to a state employee.

   "Darling I'm sorry you are the job, but this isn't personal.  You know
that this is a woman's fate.  Your body belongs to the state and your life
is only temporary."

   Sally knew he was right, but she wasn't ready to accept it.  "But...
what now?"

   "Well now you need to get ready and cleaned.  If you like I can explain
the process so you can understand a bit of what's going to happen to you,
unless you like a surprise.  And I think I'll need some last time with my
wife, could be a few weeks before I get some sex again."

   "Yuk!" Sally ran away from him, slamming the bathroom door in front of
Mike's face as he pursued her.  Sitting on the toilette with her head in
her hands she thought of her situation.  She felt afraid, but she knew
there would be no way out.  She was angry with Mike, but she knew he was
the only one who could make it easier for her.  She could try to run, but
where would she run to?

   Mike was talking through the closed door.  "Hey, no reason to be angry,
there are plenty of girls out there like you tonight.  You just need to
accept it and it will be easier for you."

   Plenty of girls.  His words echoed in her head.  How could she dare to
think she was special?  How silly of her, she's just meat, that's all. 
Mike was still talking to a silent door.  "Hey if you want I can give you a
hand to get ready.  Don't worry, I will try and get you to process myself.
I'll make it easy on you.  You better shouldn't be done by somebody else,
some of the other guys like to have some fun especially if they know it is
another worker's wife.  I am very good with my knives and the whole
slaughter process."

   In a sudden outburst Sally yelled through the door.  "Could you just
give me a minute for myself?"

   Silently Mike backed off from the door.  Sally needed to think, but she
was too shaken have a clear thought.  She hoped a hot bath would help to
calm her down, it usually did.  As she filled the bathtub with hot water,
she dropped her bathrobe, and saw her reflection in the mirror.  She had
always been very critical of herself, especially of her breasts, but for
her 30 years she thought her body held up nicely.  She liked her long legs
and the soft features of her face, framed by long dark hair and light by
waterblue eyes.  Staring at her naked body it became clear to her she was
to become meat now.  She wondered where they will cut her, where he will
cut her.  Her fingers ran across her body where she anticipated the knife.
She got into the hot bathtub and washed herself, soaking for a while,
relaxing like she always did.  As she was done, she dried herself, then
shaved, her legs, her pussy, even her arms, although you could hardly see
the hair, doing it like in trance, not thinking about why.  As she looked
at herself in the mirror again, another echo rang in her head.  `What did
he say, short hair?' Sally took some scissors and started to cut her hair,
to above her neck.  How silly she was she thought to herself, still trying
to make it look good.  She let the scissors ran across her neck, feeling
the cold metal touch.  She put the bathrobe back on, walk out of the
bathroom lay down on the bed, with no look for Mike.  Staring at the
ceiling, Sally began to talk.

   "Mike?  Can I ask you a few questions?"

   "Sure, anything."

   "I know you like my body, but what do you think of it professionally? 
You know, as meat?"

   "Well you have a great shape and nice muscle tone."

   "I mean, I will be naked with so many other girls, how will I compare?"

   "You will compare just fine to the other girls.  You have great thigh
muscles and a toned figure, good sized breasts and a very tight butt.  You
will make excellent meat."

   Sally felt unsure if she could take comfort in his words.

   "You know I've never asked much about where the meat on our table came
from.  Mike, I am sorry, I should have shown more interest in your job.  It
was so often so annoying to me, all this extra hours, so little time for
ourselves.  But your job is so important."

   "Most people don't ask and prefer not to know too much about it.  But it
is a part of our life.  Sure the job is important, I take the slaughtering
of women very seriously.  You have to be fair but in control for their last
moments.  Can't have them getting scared and panicking."

   "I am scared."

   "It's ok to be scared.  After all not many people actually get to be
made aware of the time and method of their death.  But we don't want you
women to suffer unnecessarily.  There is pain but the termination can be
done quite quickly."

   "Termination.  Sounds like we are insects."

   "Not insects, but we try not to get too attached.  Every girl has her
reasons to live and not be slaughtered, but we cannot let that affect our
work.  I look into the eyes of lots of girls every day and draw the blade
across their throats regardless.  I'm not a hard man, but this is my job."

   Sally roles to her side to face Mike.  "Well, I think you are at least a
little attached to me?"

   "Yes, you will be special.  Seeing your naked body on the conveyor line
and touching you for the last time will be hard.  It will not be much fun
for me but at least I know that you were comfortable with your butcher and
not being done by a stranger."

   "Can you arrange that?  Your plant does hundreds a day, how can you
ensure it will be you who does me?"

   "I'll try to pull some strings and get you allocated to my line."

   "Thank you." Sally gave a little kiss to the man whom she has promised
to be faithful till death them depart.  "Will it hurt much?"

   "Stand up if you want, and I'll talk you through the process.  It's
actually quite erotic."

   Sally smiled as she got up, just like this was going to be another of
their fun games they used to play in their bedroom.  Mike walks to stand
behind his wife, loosening the belt of her bathrobe.  Sally feels a sudden
shyness as the bathrobe slips down her body, leaving her naked in front of
her husband, who is now looking on her with professional eyes.

   "You just have to remember that I have never had a complaint in all my
time as a butcher.  No girl has ever complained afterwards about my
service." Mike laughed at his own joke.

   "Very funny."

   "Once you are naked you will leave grading and be directed to a
production line.  I usually work line 2, this is A- to B+ grades, mostly
parts."

   A shiver ran through Sally as Mike touched the side of her face as he
talked.  "Do you think that will be me, A- to B+ ?"

   "Yes, probably as you are a bit light in the tits department A- would be
a great result for you."

   "OK." Sally raises a little smile at the prospect of her A grade. 
"Actually A- would be much more then I had hoped for."

   "Hey you are with me.  I only go for the best." Mike raised a cheeky
smile.

   "You're sweet."

   Mike's hand travelled down her neck, her chest, her stomach, and down
the length of her legs, with his finger tips just brushing her skin, giving
Sally a cold shiver as she imagined her husband touching her as meat.

   "You will be directed to a large block and asked to hop up onto it." He
took hold of her left ankle and touched the soft spot on back of her ankle
between Achilles tendon and bone.  "The first cut will go through here. 
This is for the meat hooks.  It is done on both sides."

   "Oh my god!" Sally felt her stomach turning inside out again.  "Can't
you use ropes?"

   "With the amount of women we do in a day ropes can slip with sweat and
blood, hooks are the best method.  With all the adrenalin in your system
you won't feel the hooks much anyway.  Plus it is only for a short term. 
The last girls tend to slip off the ropes and hurt themselves.  Can't have
that.  Trust me, we know what we are doing."

   "OK." Trust was Sally's only choice now.  "Say how many do you actually
do?  With all these extra hours?"

   "I can process a girl every 3 minutes if we are in a hurry." Mike
spreads her legs a bit.  "Once the hooks are in a leg spreader will be
placed between your knees so your legs are about this far apart." His hands
ran back up the inside of her legs, up along her thighs.  "When the leg
spreader is in place I will lift you up into the air.  You will swing free
with your arms below your head.  From then on you will be pushed along on
the conveyor."

   Sally remembered the last time Mike lifted her up, as he was carrying
her over the threshold.  His hand ran along the outside of her pussy lips.
His finger teasing her slit, pushing in a little to test her arousal. 
Filled with fear and excitement by the thought of her impeding slaughter
she was very wet.  With her emotions running wild, she tried to keep her
composure, but she could not suppress a soft moan as she felt his finger
inside of her.

   "So you'll push me along?  Where to?"

   "Till death us depart, darling." Mike took Sally's arms twisting them
behind her back.  She gasped at the sudden force of his touch.

   "I push you to the restraint station.  Here we tie your arms behind your
back.  We place a hook in your asshole to attach your roped hands to."

   "OOOHHH...  Oh my god!" Sally cried out as Mike forced a finger into her
exposed asshole.  Her heart was racing, in her mind she felt confused,
afraid, horny.

   "The hook goes in deep and secures your hands out of the way.  So you
can't hurt yourself."

   "It is not myself I am worried about."

   "Now depending on what orders are given I push you to the next station,
the gutting station."

   Hearing this Sally felt her guts all too well, and wondered if it wasn't
a good idea to have them taken out.  Mike withdrew his finger out of his
wife's ass, moving his hand around her front he placed his index finger
between her tits.  Sally moaned at the familiar touch.

   "Next I take my gutting knife and slice you open.  The cut starts
between your tits and works up your stomach." Mike illustrated his
technique by running his finger softly across the skin of her chest.

   "Wow!  Wait a second!  You will do the gutting first?  Not killing me?
Or making me at least unconscious?"

   "As I said it depends on the order requirements.  The new owners are
European, they like their meat to be opened before slaughter, they say it
enhances the flavor.  I never noticed much difference, but I am just an
employee who has to follow orders."

   Breaking out in cold sweet, Sally breathed hard, desperate for all the
air I can get.  She wondered if Mike was able to feel her heart beating
even with just the touch of his finger.

   "I want to be honest with you, darling.  I'm just telling you the full
story just in case."

   "I want to know, it's OK."

   "The blade will run up your front until it hits the soft of your
stomach. This is the tricky bit and a good butcher will not make a mistake.
The younger guys are not as good.  Once the blade starts to open your
stomach I need to cut a hole big enough for two of my fingers.  These I
press into you to stop the blade cutting your stomach bag or intestines."
His words were accompanied by his finger moving slowly down her belly, her
firm but soft flesh moving under his touch.

   Sally replied with a tone of sarcasm: "So I should consider myself lucky
I will get an experienced butcher?"

   "Yes, you will have the best butcher." He placed a kiss on her shoulder
as his finger moved straight down and over her belly button, onto the soft
flesh of her lower belly, getting close to her pussy again.  "The blade
will stop here.  At this point your guts and intestines, liver will all be
hanging out.  We call it offal at this point."

   Sally pressed herself against her butcher, for him to give her hold and
comfort.  She could feel this aroused him, but she couldn't make much sense
of her own feelings anymore.  This was so cruel, but it felt so arousing to
her too.

   Mike turned and directed his wife towards the bed.  "Get on all fours!"
he command her.

   She knew he would be in total control of her body anyway, so she did as
he told, looking at him in anticipation.  "Will you fuck me now?"

   "At this point I push you to the killing station.  This is a large open
area.  There will be many blood stains around the floor and fresh blood in
the large open grate beneath where I will place you."

   Sally moaned, without being even touched yet.  Mike crawled onto the bed
behind her and positioned himself between her thighs and directed his cock
towards her exposed pussy.  The tip of his cock rested at her entrance. 
She felt his cock, and wanted it more than ever before, as it could be her
last time.

   "Tell me more!"

   "Once over the grate I will say my goodbyes to you and sharpen my knife.
You will hear the noise of the knife being scrapped along the rough edged
steel.  Need to have a sharp edge for the next cut."

   "Oh god!" Sally cried out as Mike started to push his cock into her. 
Slowly at first, savoring the sensation of her warm wet pussy sliding onto
his cock, her muscles tensing around his thick shaft.  He ran his hands
over her butt and along her back as they start to get into a rhythm.  Sally
felt the life in her body, and the hands of the one who will take it. 
Taking her hair into his hands he pulled her head right back and leaned
forward to push deeper into of her.

   "Once my knife is sharp I will move behind you.  I will then reach for
your hair.  Taking a good grab I will pull your head back to face down into
the grate.  The fresh blood will shine bright red, the old stuff a lot
darker.  You can see into the depths of your demise."

   "OOOhhh... Oh my god!"

   "I will now place my knife against your throat.  The time is very near."

   Sally breathed in, desperate to catch more air.  Her heart needed it for
pumping so fast, or she would faint.  Mike reached up with his other hand
and placed his finger along her throat, thrusting in deep and holding
himself there.  He pushed his weight onto her as he leaned forward to
whisper into her ear.  Sally closed her eyes, imagining it tomorrow.

   "When I have the blade in place you will feel the sharp rough edge
against your skin.  It will feel very rough, but trust me it is very sharp,
in fact it is likely that it will cut your skin just touching it.  You may
feel the small slice and a little drop of blood.  Then I will make the
first real cut.  I will draw the blade across your throat like this." He
drew his finger across her exposed neck.  Her skin stretched with the
motion of his finger.  Sally held her breath.

   "The blade will cut very deep and slice your skin and windpipe first. 
There will be a rush of air as the air trapped in your lungs forces out."

   Sally was close to fainting as the rhythm of his pumping made her close
to cuming, and the words he spoke drove her close to craziness.

   "I will draw the blade a second time and all the major vessels are
sliced.  This is the moment of truth.  This is the fatal cut.  There maybe
a brief second where nothing happens and your brain can't make sense of it.
Then the blood will start.  It will squirt thick and powerfully from your
open neck into the grate.  There will be some splash back onto your face
but mostly it will spray straight down into the drain.  I will pull your
head back further to allow you to bleed out cleanly." To highlight this
Mike pulled on her hair more.

   "AAAAAAhhhhh..." As she came and squirted, Sally cried out, as if she
screamed for her life.

   "After a few moments I will let your body go.  This is the last time I
will touch you while you are alive.  Your body will kick and fight,
convulsing on the meat hooks as your blood drains from your body.  At this
point most girls piss themselves.  But that is alright as we wash you off
afterwards anyway.  You are only a package now, meat to be cleaned and cut
and sorted."

   As Mike let go of her hair Sally collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air
like a fish on water.  At the sensation of her cuming and squirting Mike
released himself deep into her pussy.  He lay down on top of her savoring
the sensation of her wet pussy convulsing around his cock.  Sally enjoyed
his weight on her and slowly calm down.

   "So this is it?  Tomorrow around this time my body will be packaged and
sold?"

   "Yes.  From the killing station I will pass you on and your offal will
be removed.  Then you will be moved from station to station.  You will be
beheaded, hands and feet cut off, all your muscles, your pussy and breasts
stripped from your body for the different cuts of meat.  Then you go into
the cooler for wrapping and stacking.  Don't worry, my order will be in by
then so some of you will be placed aside for me.  Guess which parts."

   Sally smiled at her cruel silly husband.  Turning around and wrapping
her arms around him, she started to kiss him passionately.  Mike returned
the embrace, giving her a big hug and feeling her grade A- carcass.

   "Now you know.  Does it still scare you?"

   "Yes it still scares me.  Hold me tight tonight, please."

   Sally looked pleadingly into his eyes and cuddled into his arm.  She
felt his warm body next to hers, and the breeze of the night on her naked
skin, enhancing her thoughts of the next morning.  Feeling so anxious about
her big day tomorrow, she lay awake and thought about her fate, and her
husband's strange occupation.

   "Do you sometimes think about what the girls feel?"

   "Definitely."

   "Really?" Sally was quite surprised by the butcher's answer.

   "I think a lot out how you would feel standing in line and waiting. 
Watching the others being slaughtered."

   "But you do not feel for them?"

   "Well yes, as girls and they have feelings and lives.  But in this state
environment where you are now deemed to be meat once the lottery papers are
delivered.  You are just a job to me, you are to be treated respectfully as
far as it is possible but ultimately you have to be slaughtered.  The fact
that you have a voice and human feelings is just secondary to the required
outcome."

   Sally sighed.  It was not an answer to comfort her, but she had
understanding for his situation.  It has always been him who brought food
on their tables.  And she never complained before.  The exhaustion of the
day still made her feel tired.  Before she fell asleep, she turned to
whisper in his ear:

   "I love you."




:: to be continued ::