Part 7 - Fast processing
"Okay, girls, you're in the next lot!" said one of the butchers suddenly. They
were now fifteen girls and women in the 'graded' section. Their mothers were
not even graded yet.
"Eh, can we wait for out mothers in the next lot?" asked Christina feebly, but
the butcher hardly looked at her, just smiled and shook his head.
"They'll be processed right after you, honey! Come this way, all of you!"
"Oh well, I guess it doesn't really matter anymore!" sighed Trine and tried to
spot her mom in the other line while they were led away from them. She didn't
see her anywhere.
"Now, form one line and we'll get you all snuffed quickly ... and please be
quick to assume the position here, we have a busy schedule today!" yelled the
man through the high-pitched noise in the next room. The girls went very
silent. All their happy chatter seized. In here was where all the action was.
Ten or more butchers worked with electric saws and knifes, cleaning and parting
out headless bodies suspended from their ankles in several long rows. Next to
Christina stood a large bin filled with girls' heads. In front of them was an
electric guillotine, and two butchers were already positioning the first girl,
a brunette teenager with large tits, clamping her head into place under the
blade. One of them flipped a switch and activated the electromagnet which
brought down the blade with full force. The girl's head rolled into a plastic
bin, and her body twitched a few times while one of the men in the bloody
aprons yanked a meat hook through the Achilles tendons of both her feet and
hoisted her body up to bleed.
"At least it looks quick!" shuddered Trine as the next girls was already in
position. A few more were done, and the girls in the line began to relax a bit.
Some said good luck and goodbyes, and others could even smile and giggle a bit
before they were strapped down. Mothers kissed daughters farewell and assured
them of how delicious they were going to be. Some took their time kissing each
other, in lack of their ability to hug with their hands tied.
"Well, since it's the last!" laughed Christina and gave Trine a deep tongue
kiss. Both girls relaxed from it and only broke up when the butcher took
Christina under her arm to strap her down on the metal board.
"Bye sweet friend!" yelled Trine and watched intensely as her friend lost her
head. The butcher held it by the hair instead of letting it fall down into the
bloody bin with the other heads. He carefully lifted it up and yanked the neck
down over a sharp rod on the table behind him. Christina's head joined two rows
of mostly teenage girls' heads ready for mounting later.
Trine was next and willingly lay down on the cold metal surface. She felt her
neck being locked into place and looked straight down into the bin with its
macabre contents. She felt the butcher grab her by her hair, to catch her head
like he had with Christina and the other "mounters".
Then she heard the click of the magnet. A quick blackout, followed by a light
feeling. No pain? She wondered why! Then an unpleasant suffocating feeling as
she felt the sharp rod bore up her throat. She knew the butcher must have
impaled her head next to Christina's but naturally she couldn't turn and see
for herself. Why was she still alive? She hadn't expected this! She could see
her own body being hoisted up by the ankles. Then darkness crept in from the
edges of her vision ... slow, then fast ... then nothingness!
