Part II
"Wouw, its big this year!" commented Brent as they got out of the car. They had
been looking for a parking space for ten minutes and ended up quite far away
from the fair entrance. It was a hot day and the sun warmed Trine's skin as she
too got out. She was a bit annoyed already. Brent had felt her tits while they
shared the back seat and when she protested her mother had told her to let him
do it ... you're just meat now! she insisted and her father had just nodded.
Brent had laughed and squeezed her tits real hard until her mother had finally
told him to let go... or you'll bruise the meat! as she put it.
"Let's get you two registered so we can go and have a cool drink inside!" said
Mr. Bremmer and led the way amongst the trees and cars. Dozens of other families
made their way in the same direction. Almost half of the girls and women were
naked like Trine and her mother which made Trine relax a bit. They finally
reached the main fair entrance which was very crowded. There were two lines of
people ... one for regular, paying guests and one for meat registration. The
second line was quite a sight, with more than a hundred stark naked women and
girls waiting impatiently for their turn. Everybody were smiling, laughing and
chatting excitedly. Husbands, fathers and boyfriends kissed their girls goodbye
before they joined the much shorter line to the regular entrance booths.
"Hey, there's Christina and her mom over there!" yelled Trine as she spotted her
friend and Mrs. Malcolm in the line of naked women.
"See you inside, hon!" smiled Mrs. Bremmer and kissed her husband goodbye. She
and Trine walked over to Mrs. Malcolm and Christina in the line.
"Hello Liz!" smiled Mrs. Bremmer and kissed Mrs. Malcolm on the cheek "Hi
Christina!"
"How are you, Helen?" asked Mrs. Malcolm while the girls said hello. The two
women behind them kindly let Trine and her mother get into the line with their
friends.
"Good thanks! Did you decide yet?" asked Mrs. Bremmer curiously.
"Mm-hm, yes! Well, Robert made the decision in the end!" she giggled.
"So???"
"So, I'll do it! I am volunteering! How about you?"
"Oh, this is so exciting! Eh, I haven't decided yet?" said Mrs. Bremmer "But I
guess if you do it, I should too!"
"I'm sure John would be delighted!" smiled Mrs. Malcolm "I know Robert is really
turned on by this ... he can't wait to see me on a plate!"
"Yeah, John did try to make me do it!"
The two women chattered along while they moved closer to the entrance. Trine and
Christina were also busy exchanging experiences from this morning.
"I can't believe your mom is volunteering!" said Trine. Christina laughed.
"Yeah, my dad talked her into it! He tried to get me to do it too!"
"I bet dad and Brent would like to see me on a spit too!" said Trine and rolled
her eyes.
"Did you get rammed today?" asked Christina suddenly.
"What ... by who would that be?"
"Well, Brent or your dad?" giggled Christina "Remember how I said my dad just
couldn't keep his hands off mom and me? Well, after I had talked to you he
suddenly dropped his pants and asked my mom for a blowjob ... right there in the
kitchen!"
"And...?" Trine was getting curious.
"And she did, while I watched! But before he came he suddenly pulled out of her
mouth and flipped me onto the kitchen table... on my tummy! Then he just banged
me right there!"
"My God! What did your mom do?"
"Nothing! She just licked him clean after he had creamed in me!" she giggled
again.
"Jeez! That's really... HEY what are they doing?" said Trine suddenly and
pointed towards the front end of the line. Two men in white aprons were tying
the girls' and women's' hands together behind their backs using white plastic
strips.
"Sorry ma'm, it is a requirement from OHSA to do this prior to registration!"
said one of the men politely as he tied Mrs. Malcolm's hands. She smiled back at
him and let him do his job. The girls shrugged as the other man did them too and
moved down the line. Suddenly they felt much more like pieces of meat.
"Names and ages, please!" asked one of the women by the registration table at
the end of the line. Mrs. Bremmer and Trine registered first but waited for
Christina and her mom before they proceeded into the tent behind the table.
Inside, a dozen or so men and women in white aprons worked with grading the
meat. One of them came towards the four.
"Hi Trine! Hi Christina! Hello Ma'm!" smiled the young boy. Trine and Christina
froze.
"Oh, hello Jimmy! Are you helping your father with his business today?" asked
Mrs. Bremmer. It was Trine's and Christina's classmate, Jimmy, whose father had
a meat shop down at the mall. How could this possibly get more embarrassing,
thought Trine and blushed ... much against her will.
"Yes, this is the busiest day of the year!" smiled Jimmy and pointed behind him
"We've got to grade over a thousand girls today and then butcher
I-don't-know-how-many later!"
"Well, it is kind of you to help him out!" smiled Mrs. Malcolm and looked at
Christina who was beyond shame.
"Anyway, please follow me so we can get you graded!" said Jimmy and led them
over to a meat scale.
"Do we just step up here?" asked Mrs. Malcolm and pointed at the scale.
"Hold on, ma'm, I need to tag you all first!" said Jimmy and picked up a
piercing gun. He loaded four plastic tags into a 'magazine', then pulled out
Mrs. Malcolm's left cunt lip and fired the gas-driven gun.
"Yiow... thanks Jimmy!" said Mrs. Malcolm. She and the others looked intensely
at the plastic band which now pierced her cunt lip... with the plastic tag
hanging against her thigh. He quickly tagged the other three. Trine and
Christina both complained a bit but Jimmy ignored their protests. He had
obviously tagged many meat girls that morning.
"Trine, step up please!" asked Jimmy and let Trine stand on the scale. He noted
her weight with a pen on the cunt tag and proceeded to weigh the others as well.
Then he grabbed Trine's arms and felt them hard.
"What are you doing?" she asked, a bit offended and pulled her arm back.
"I need to assess you meat quality! Please stand still!"
"Now, do as he says!" commanded Mrs. Bremmer. Trine sighed and let Jimmy
continue to feel her shoulders, prod her tits and squeeze her bottom. He felt
her thighs and calves and made more notes on the cunt tag.
"Now, squeeze my fingers as hard as you can!" he commanded and quickly slit two
fingers up into Trine's cunt. She was so wet that they slid in effortless. Trine
sighed deep but did as she was told and flexed her cunt muscles around his
fingers. Meanwhile, Jimmy estimated the thickness of her cunt fillet by pressing
his thumb on the outside against his fingers on the inside.
"Thanks, Trine! Christina, your turn!" said Jimmy and finished writing on
Trine's cunt tag. She noticed he put a big A in the red field. Trine watched in
curiosity as Jimmy processed Christina and their mothers. Christina, who seemed
to quite enjoy the grading process, was shorter than Trine and had a plumber
body, but still a nice waist. Her tits were very large, DD at least, but also
very firm. She got an A as well. Christina's mother was an older copy of her
daughter, with large, slightly sagging breasts and a larger ass. She was quite
good looking, though. Both their mothers got B's.
"That's it!" smiled Jimmy as he finished with Mrs. Bremmer "Now, before you go
can I ask if any of you would like to volunteer as meat?"
"Uhm, yes, I planned on doing that!" said Mrs. Malcolm and smiled timidly.
"That's good! You have a very meaty cunt filet and they are in desperate need of
that up at the kitchen area!" said Jimmy and made Mrs. Malcolm blush "Do you
mind if I assign your meat as volunteer already now?"
"Uh, I guess not?" said Mrs. Malcolm "But can't I just go up there and ask to be
... eh cooked?"
"Sure! But if you let me tag you now then it is final and you have officially
turned your body over to the fair grounds as meat!" explained Jimmy "We ask you
to do it because last year we had so many women who said they would volunteer
but then changed their minds when they reached the cooking area! This simply
helps us with ensuring a steady supply of meat!"
"I see! Well in that case just ... eh... commit me!" smiled Mrs. Malcolm. Jimmy
nodded and put an orange sticker on her cunt tag.
"There! That means that the cooking staff can call on your body at any time
during the day! Please be kind to do as they request!"
"Do I still... uhm... have a say in how I will be cooked?" asked Mrs. Malcolm.
"I am afraid we can't guarantee that! But the cooks will do their best to
accommodate any wishes, if it fits with their needs and time schedules!"
"Oh, okay! Thanks, I guess!" smiled Mrs. Malcolm.
"Anyone else want to volunteer? Girls? Mrs. Bremmer?" Jimmy looked at them and
held more orange stickers in his hand.
"Oh, very well! I'll go too, then!" smiled Mrs. Bremmer and stepped forward.
"MOM...!!!" said Trine embarrassed while Jimmy attached the sticker to her tag.
"What dear? Your father will love it!" laughed Mrs. Bremmer and proudly
inspected her tag again in one hand, pulling her swollen cunt lip out a bit.
"Girls? What do you say?" smiled Jimmy "No more math lessons with Mrs. Lenders!"
"Thanks, but I'll take the math!" grinned Christina. Trine didn't even bother to
answer him. She couldn't believe what her mother had just done.
"Here, let me free your hands now before you go!" Jimmy held out a knife.
"Oh, yes please!" said Mrs. Malcolm. Jimmy cut them all four free with a knife.
"Please proceed out this way! Have a nice day!"
"Thanks Jimmy, we will!" said Mrs. Bremmer and followed the others out.
