Lakeview Discount Meats
Lakeview Discount Meats
Sex Story Author: | grabenork |
Sex Story Excerpt: | Let’s watch.” Just six feet away, behind the reinforced glass they saw a meat girl forcibly laid on her |
Sex Story Category: | BDSM |
Sex Story Tags: | BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cannibalism, Coercion, Cruelty, Death, Extreme, Fantasy, Reluctance, Snuff, Teen |
Lakeview Discount Meats
Joseph Hurley was a wealthy man looking for lucrative ways to increase his wealth. Often the least legal paid the best dividends. As his limo entered the gate of Lakeview Discount Meats slaughterhouse for a meeting, he thought to himself, “No one would ever suspect that anything was going on here. The building looks like an abandoned warehouse. And no other buildings around. Perfect disguise.”
“Mr. Hurley, welcome. I have been expecting you. I am Fred Wilson, General Manager of Lakeview Discount Meats. Please call me Fred. I will personally conduct your tour and answer your questions. As you know, we desire your investment so that we can expand this facility and even open some branches in outlying areas.”
“Thank you, Fred. You may call me Joe. I don’t like to waste time on preliminaries, so I am ready to begin as soon as possible.”
“I like that. Please follow me. I suspect you are familiar with general slaughterhouse operations, so I won’t bore you with detailed explanations. But if there is anything specific you want to know, I will give you as much detail as you wish.”
After a short walk: “This is our receiving area. As you can see, there is ample security. And even if some of the meat girls escaped, our entire compound is surrounded by electrified fences. We have never had an escape. The meat girls are ages 15 to 25 with most being in the 17 to 19 age group. Younger than 15 they don’t have enough meat, and our market isn’t interested in any older than 25. We process them as quickly as possible. First, they are herded through the depilatory baths which removes all body hair. We keep their head hair because some of our specialty markets prefer it.”
Fred and Joe were in a wide walkway separated from the meat girls by a thick, wire-reinforced glass wall that allowed them to easily observe all processes.
They continued along to where the meat girls exited the depilatory bath and where they were showered and scrubbed by staff.
“We like our stock to be exceptionally clean, and we pay attention to detail. As the staff clean them they look for deformities or problems of any kind. Those are separated and put down. Inspectors also look for a federal meat inspection stamp, and if there is none, we give them one.”
Fred looked at Joe, knowing that this action was illegal and wanting to see Joe’s reaction. Joe merely smiled. Everything about this place was illegal. A bootleg stamp was nothing. They continued walking.
“Next we herd them single file past our next inspector. He has a list of special orders we have received. Special orders is where we make our biggest profit. We sell live fully prepared meat girls, ready to BBQ or oven roast. Customers frequently specify a certain body type, or breast size, or hair color, or height, or any combination—and they always want them live. Our inspector looks for meat girls who match the order and separate them out for special treatment. The rest stay in the herd and go to general processing.”
“When you say ‘general processing’, what do you mean specifically?”
“These go onto our main slaughter line. They are hung, upside down, throat cut to bleed out. Then they are gutted and beheaded, split and put in the cooling room overnight. From the cooling room they go to the butchers who separate them into the various cuts that you would find in any meat market or butcher shop. Typical slaughterhouse processing.”
“Do you use a circular saw or band saw for splitting?”
“We have tried both and prefer the band saw. We have fewer industrial accidents with it. We want to cut only the meat girls, not the staff. . . . . But our specialty line is what I am most proud of and where most of our profit lies. About half of the meat girls go to specialty processing. Follow me through here and I will show you what we do with the meat girls our inspector separates out.”
At the end of a connecting hallway they passed through a door into an area totally separate from the main slaughterhouse processing line.
“This first area provides live oven roasters. We bring meat girls here who meet the requirements of these special orders, and here we process them in one of two ways, whichever the customer has specified.”
“What are the two ways?”
“We can provide them stuffed, with or without stitches.”
“How do you manage that?”
“Here’s one about to be processed.
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