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No.13768
Take a Hint - Part II
We went along into the next waiting room, where it would be a while before she was called forward. In here, several girls were getting the last, and from the sounds of most of them, best railings of their life. Celia looked at me, for the first time since I’d known her, blushing.
“If you wanted to, I’d let you.” She said with all seriousness.
I paused, thinking about it. I shook my head. “I couldn’t. You’re Brendan’s girl.”
“According to this little number on my leg, I’m the State’s girl. Besides, the only way Brendan is gonna know is if you tell him. I certainly won’t.”
I began to think about it. I wanted to. A very large and loud part of me wanted to unzip my pants and pin Celia underneath me. She sighed, clearly seeing through me.
“If I said I wanted it, would you?” I nodded. She shook her head. “We gotta work on helping you take hints, Jay.” I took this into consideration, as I unzipped my pants and pulled my already hard cock out of the flap in my boxers. I sat on a nearby chair, as Celia moved forward and sat on my lap. Her soft, dainty hands ran over my shaft. She gave me a kiss on my neck.
“I always wondered if you or Brendan was bigger.” She declared, giving the tip of my cock a lick and a kiss.
“What’s the verdict?” I asked, somewhat amused by the notion.
She took a couple moments to bob her head up and down my shaft, giving it a little lube up. When she was done, she smiled devilishly. “Wouldn’t you love to know?”
She got up and moved her hips over mine, and guided her slit to my cock, and let her pelvis settle towards mine. Her arms wrapped around my back, and my hands made their way up to her breasts, massaging them, thumbing over her nipples. She began to move herself up and down, clinging onto me as I began to tug on her tits. She began to groan softly as my hips bucked into hers, and I was in bliss. My brain always turned off when I was balls deep in a girl, and I let my instincts take over. I think the same was true for her, because I’d never seen Celia act like such a woman. But here she was, milking my cock with her body, kissing my neck and wrapping her arms and legs around me.
“I’m your last fuck.” I grunted in her ear, picking up her legs, taking over.
“You’re my last fuck.” She whispered back, in a bit of a whimper.
“Not Brendan. You’re my girl, Celia. Not his.”
“I’m your girl, Jay.” She moaned, before letting out a squeak as I came deep inside her, her hips shuddering as I sat back down. She leaned on me for a second, as we both regained our breath. She stood up after a minute, her soft, smooth, white cunt leaking my cum. It was a point of pride, almost.
She didn’t say much else before going to join the line to the actual slaughterhouse. I walked with her, trying to think of anything to say, but couldn’t. It felt like maybe everything had already been said. Soon enough, we were at the front of the line, and me and another man helped Celia onto the black conveyor belt. She was put face down, ass up, on the line, and I ziptied her hands behind her. A hook was driven through each of her ankles, which elicited a small yelp from her. She looked up at me now, with terror in her eyes.
“You okay, Ce?” I asked, reminding myself directly after how stupid I sounded.
“I’m about to die, Jay.” She retorted.
I struggled for a second with what to say. Yeah, you are. No, that’s too blunt. Inconsiderate. I decide to say what she would say. “Yeah, but other than that?”
She smiled nervously. “A bit of pain in the ankles. Can’t complain. I just got one of the best fucks of my life, afterall.”
I smiled proudly. “I was the best fuck of your life?”
She shook her head. “You don’t listen none, do you, Jay? I said one of. Top three, for sure.” I nodded, only giving a small laugh in recompense. “You gonna stay and watch?”
“Only if you’re cool with it.” The conveyor belt began to move, and she headed slowly towards a curtain beyond my sight.
“Come on, Jay,” she giggled, “take a hint.” She disappeared behind the curtain, and I made my way up to the viewing room.
The viewing room was a waiting room with one glass wall, that spanned some 100 or so feet, the entire length of the processing line. If you wanted to go at the same pace as the girls getting slaughtered, you just had to step on a little moving platform in the room. I decided to wait until I saw Celia before I did. I saw her emerge some two minutes after I arrived, now upside down with her legs pulled apart, exposing her cunt and asshole to the open air. A jet of water assaulted her from the front, leaving her hair a messy tangled mop, while two more jets pinpointed into her lower holes, until the water ran clear. She was sprayed one more time, front and back, her body wriggling against its restraints until the water stopped.
When it did, she moved along the belt, being hit with a blast of air, to move all the water droplets off of her. When it was done, her hair was still wet. It would soon be clear why, as she joined the line of girls towards a small blade in the wall. As her neck approached the wall, a small metal band clamped her to the wall, and guided her into the blade. She writhed now, in desperate fear, but before she knew it, her neck was being torn into. Celia’s head dropped some ten feet to join thousands of girls just like her, as her body danced in death. I watched every second of it.
After her pale body stopped jiggling, it was moved forward to be broken apart. A small red dot appeared on her belly button, before it moved up to the top of her public mound. It cut downward until it hit her ribcage, exposing her red and pink guts, which a line worker moved a vacuum up to collect every last one of Celia’s organs to become mincemeat. After her organs were removed, she was taken off of her hooks by line workers, who carried her over to one of hundreds of steel tabletops, joining the hundreds of girls who were being parted out as meat today.
Her hands and feet were the first to be cut off and thrown out, then her tits were very skillfully parted off, and placed in white Styrofoam, which was sent to join several thousand unidentifiable cuts of girls in the packing plant. Then the butcher began to work on making filets of her calves, which he then sent down the line. Her thighs were given one slice at the top of her leg and sent off to become hams. Her hips didn’t receive much attention, except when they cut her girlhood off to become a cunt filet, her most precious and expensive cut of meat, the rest of it was labeled a rump roast, and was too, sent down the line. Her stomach was quickly shaved down to bacon, her arms turned to pretty little steaks, and then her chest and shoulder being parted right down the middle to sell as girl shoulder. The only thing left of her now was her spine, which was thrown off into the trash, before she was replaced by a slim Asian girl’s body. The entire process, from when we walked in, had taken an hour.
I walked back out to the car with one thought going through my mind: I couldn’t wait to take another girl through the slaughterhouse.
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