The Meat Processing Plant - Part II by Merle Hill

(Continued from Part I)

Kari distracted me by reaching over and gently stroking the head of my cock, bringing it slowly to life. “I think you’ve seen carcases being reduced, and the lard sows are pretty much the same as the other girls once their blubber is off. Would you like to go see our outlet store?”

“If I get to spend some more time with you holding me like this,” I motioned down to my growing manroot, “Then I’ll look at anything if it means spending some more time with,” I said grinning at her new attentions. She didn’t blink, and led me by my erect “third leg” down the hallway and out of the building. The far end of the building emptied into a path that passed through a short patch of woods, and as we turned the corner I realized we were back by the visitors center, and we had traveled in a large circle through the complex. We skirted the corner of the main processing warehouse, and entered the building next to the visitor center labeled “Outlet Store - Freshest meat at the best Prices”

We walked in, and I saw a large room filled with mead display cases, and along one wall were floor-to-ceiling glass doors. Through the doors I saw whole girls and women hanging from their ankles on hooks, ready for customers to take them home. In one of the display cases running the length of another wall were major quarters stacked up, and along the other two walls were cases stacked with varous cuts of meat: chops, roasts, steaks, stewing meat, piles of ground girl, heads, tits, cuntlets, pans of livers, some pre-stuffed hagis, and a large selection of fresh sausages. Hanging from the high ceiling I suddenly noticed large cured hams wrapped in plastic, covered with what looked like a crust of spices and as dried cured layer. I walked up to get a closer look at the whole girls.

Kari motioned a butcher over, a striking redhead woman about 5”7 with large “D” breasts, flowing shoulder length hair, a narrow waist, broad but shapely hips, and long lean legs. She was naked except for an apron hanging from her waist, and a name tag around her neck that said “Tanya”.

Tanya looked at me, “Would you like to know more about our selection of whole roasters and smokers?” she asked.

“Sure,” I responded. “Everything here looks so delicious.”

Tanya led me by the glass floor-to-cieling doors: “Here we sell our larger whole carcases. Most of the really large women are the whole smokers, while the smaller girls are the whole roasters. And the mid-sized roasters make great spit roasts.”

I was standing in front of a large-sized black woman with her head still on, and her open belly the color of a deep brown, unlike the vivid red flesh I had seen on the butchering line. Her tag attached through her large, drooping tit said “Hickory Smoked whole girl - 162lbs”

“I see you have an eye for a tasty whole girl meat. That’s one of our specialties: we smoked her for 3 days, and to make sure the flavor permeates all of her meat we had her breathing the smoke during and after live butchering. The smoke has turned her inside cavity a bit darker than normal, and these smokers taste really great. The big girls produce great marbled meat, and this one also is ready for barbecuing. We’ve put a nice spicy dry rub inside her bacon area,” explained Tanya.

We walked on along the case together, and Tanya explained how the smaller women are more tender and are offered as fresh whole roasters. At the end of the line, the size of roasters had shrunk to where the last one had a tag fastened through the edge of her open belly that said “Fresh Prime whole roaster/spit roast - 82 lbs”. Attached also was a tag listing organs still in the girl: “Retained organs: heart, lungs, liver” She appeared to have very small breasts, and had been built like a gymnast. She had been very petite when she was alive.

“That’s probably the most tender roaster we have here today: she was about 90 lbs before gutting, and she’s just barely 18. Her flesh will melt in your mouth after about 4 hours on the spit,” offered Tanya.

I wandered on through the store. After the big whole-carcass cases came the wall of refrigerated cases with girl parts laid out: cuntlets, tits, wombs, and various organ meats. I looked them over, and noticed the tits were sorted by four types: regular, sweet, wet, and the very expensive “sweet and wet”. I asked about the categories of tits.

Tanya helpfully explained: “The regular tits come off of girls who are neither pregnant nor lactating. The “sweet” tits are from girls at least 4 month pregnant; they’re plumper and firmer than normal tits. The wet tits, of course, are from lactating girls and we butchered the girls with their tits full of milk. We recommend poaching wet tits in their own milk. Finally, the most delicious tits are both wet and sweet.” Tanya smiled as she talked, and held up a pair of the “Sweet and Wet” tits from the case. I could see they were packaged in a plastic box with clear top, and there was a little milk sloshing around in the bottom of the box.

I moved on to look at the cuntlets, then the wombs. In the next cases were more traditional cuts of meat: whole hams, sliced hams, rib roasts, racks of ribs, tenderloins, steaks, briskets, and shoulders. I looked over them all, then circled back to the case with the cuntlets.

“I’ll take one of the medium-sized cuntlets, please.”

“Excellent choice,” said Tanya, removing the tray with a succulent-looking pussy arranged on it. She put it in a box for me to take with me.

“I seem to have left my wallet with my clothes,” I laughed, noting that I had nothing on by my sneakers and the visitor badge around my neck.

Tanya looked down at my dick, and said “I know….all of our visitors have nothing but their package here. We’ll have a bill for you at the Visitor center when you go to leave, and Kari will collect from you,” she said with another broad smile. Kari collected the box for me, and she led me out the door after I said good bye to Tanya.

We walked into the Visitors’ center next door, and I walked into the locker room to get dressed. Unlike before, Kari followed me into the locker room, and set the box with my pussymeat down by where I had secured my clothes. There was nobody else in the locker room.

“I thought you could use some help getting dressed, now that we know each other better,” Kari said, reaching for my stiffening rod. She gently stroked it a few time, then lowered her mouth to gently envelope my manhood. After a few strokes with her mouth, she came up for air and said “Theres some showers in the back where we can freshen up. Come on, I’ll show you.”

She gently stroked by now firm shaft a few times, and led me into the back room of the locker area where there were a few shower stalls.

“We used to use this for donated girls to clean up before taking them to the butchering building, but now we just clean them there. But there’s some cleaning I can do now,” she said with a smile. She turned on the warm water, and led me by my member into the shower stall. I reciprocated by grabbing her firm tits, and leading her to kneel in front of me.

“Eat my cum, you prosteglan hungry slut,” I said, and drew her head toward my knob.

Kari responded by opening her mouth, closing her eyes half-way, and bringing her mouth to my pole. She brought her talented mouth to my tool for the second time today, and as her soft lips enveloped my straining rod I thought of how this beautiful, smart, and slightly swollen tart would someday give up her meat, and how I’d love to taste it. Soon, her rhythmic attentions had me building toward explosion, and I tightly clamped her head into my crotch, and filled her throat with the seed that she loves. She took a minute or two to finish a series of regular swallows that milked every drop from me, then came up for air.

“Thanks again,” she said. “I love getting multiple doses of cum in a day…..the other breeders will envy me!”

She helped me clean up in the shower, then licked my groin clean one last time. Then sadly it was time to get dressed, and she went up to the front of the visitor center desk with me and I paid for the delicious-looking cuntlet going home with me in the wrapped box.

Kari gave me a final kiss on the cheek, and said “Thanks so much for touring Hill’s meats. We hope you’ll tell your friends about our company and our awesome product.”

I gave her a good-bye hug, and said my good-byes, and left the beautiful vivacious meatgirls standing in the door. As I walked back to my car, my thoughts drifted toward wondering how her sweet pussy would look wrapped in a box like the one I was carrying………

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