Story - Bureaucratic Beheading

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[center]By Susan Chantell and Rkat65 Edited by Irene Delacorte.[/center]

Susan was tired and anxious; it had been a long day at work. All she wanted was a nice long hot shower, dinner, a foot rub and maybe a little passion from her hubby. Today was the day when they would know if her breeder application had been accepted or rejected.

She wasn’t overly concerned, after all, Rob had put the paperwork in a timely fashion and everything looked good.  All the doctor reports, medical exams and questionnaires had been sent to the proper authorities. Susan would be taken off the market as meat … at least for the short term and forever if she produced boys.

She was hoping to start trying for a boy as soon as dinner was over. She smiled as she pulled her red mustang beside the black F-150. Rob was home. She hoped he had dinner going already. She pushed the front door open, her blue eyes bright, and her smile alive and genuine.

“Robby? Hey Robby, I’m home!” She tossed her keys next to his on the antique desk in the hall and moved through the living room.

Rob stood in the kitchen, head down, and hands clutching the counter. He didn’t turn his head as she approached, he was mumbling under his breath, “Son of a bitchin’ bureaucrats! They screwed up everything, now they’ve taken away the most precious thing in the world to me!” Rob turned to face Susan and pulled her tightly to him. “Oh Suzie.”

Susan laughed as he pulled her into his arms, her breath expelling at the force of his hug. “Hey big guy, your baby’s home, but I haven’t been gone that long! What’s with the long face?”

Rob handed her the paper he had been staring at and gave her a forlorn look his eyes red. “Read it honey.”

Susan took the letter from his hand, concern showing on her face and looked at  the letter.

[color=Blue]Dear Mr. Parker, This is to inform you that one Susan Chantell Parker (herein referred to as Sow) has been selected by the state meat commission to be prepared for the upcoming holiday festival. Said sow will be allowed to choose her method of preparation and processor.  Sow will report to the local processing plant located on Main Street no later than 0800 hours on the 23rd of December. As benefactor, you will be paid fifty dollars per pound for grade A and be allowed first choice of cuts not to exceed one pound. Lower grades will be priced on a lump sum basis with no choice of cuts available If the sow has no preference in preparation or processing, both will be provided for her from a random pool of applicants.[/color]

Rob held her against his chest as she read the official document. She turned to look up at him, her blue eyes large and the color draining from her face. “But … But … Robby, this has to be wrong. It’s an error. We can call them and fix it. We sent the breeder app! Let’s call them and tell them there’s a mistake!”  Tears began to well up in her soft blue eyes.

Rob shook his head. “I called earlier. They said there was nothing they could do. We have to be there by eight in the morning.” Robby nuzzled her ear a sad smile on his face. “So much for our farm on Highway 6 and our dream of raising our boys there.”

“Oh, Rob, our babies would have been beautiful,” Susan said with a sigh. Her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t want to die! I don’t want to be eaten as a sow! I want your children. We found each other, can’t we do something? Anything?”

Rob sighed deeply, a look of anger colored his cheeks, his eyes flashed as he jerked the phone off the cradle. Susan could feel his heart hammering in his chest. “Damn, let me call these idiots, again.”

Susan watched Rob as they collected their thoughts, slumping into her kitchen chair, he pounded out the number, then took his hand in hers and she turned the phone off.  She held his hand, smiling gently at him to calm his mood. “No, don’t. I know how you are. You’ll only make things worse while trying to help. If we aren’t there, you’ll lose everything. Let’s make the best of our night.”

Rob looked at his wife and nodded, his anger subsiding. “Oh Suzie.” he said then trying to stay calm, “You’ve had a long day, hungry?”

Suzie nodded with a playful smile. “For you.”

Rob knew a good thing when it was offered. He picked her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

The young couple lay naked in each others arms in bed, their lust sated. Susan’s head on his shoulder, Rob held her against him. “So have you thought about how and who yet?”

“Oh, I thought I would have Old Man MacGruder do me up tomorrow.” She slapped him on the chest leaving a red mark beneath his thick dark hair. He laughed. “You are going to do it! But I haven’t decided on the way yet, there’s always the guillotine.”

“Hmmm, I have always wanted to use one of those. Very Marie Antoinette, don‘t you think. Okay.”

She propped herself up on her elbow, “You sure seem to have warmed to the idea of me being meat!”

“It’s not that,” he said. His dark blue eyes held their usual mischief in the dim light. “But I am looking forward to my selection.”

“Let me guess, thigh?” She kissed him and snuggled down into the crook of his arm. “I never have understood that about you. You know the rump, breast and filet are the best meat. And you can have anything! Don’t you like those tender parts of me?”

“You know I do. But your legs, the muscle tone, the flawlessness? They will be nice and meaty. Besides, I like the texture. And the rest of you will fetch a high price. You know how men are. They all want a piece of breast, ass or pussy.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I know.” He kissed her lightly. “And yet you still love me.”

“How about proving you love me.” Susan pulled him atop her.

After hours of passionate love, they relaxed into each other’s arms, slowly fading to sleep.

The pair managed to get an hour sleep before they had to get ready to go to the Main Street processing plant. “Get up, sweetie.” Rob swatted her behind and smiled.

“No! I’m tired!” Suzie peaked out from the comforter and smiled. “How long do we have, Robby?”

“Can you get ready in fifteen minutes?” He jerked the covers from her naked body.

“No!” She leapt from the bed and headed to the bathroom. “Hey it’s only seven! You are so mean to me,” she said sticking her tongue out and stepping into the shower.

Rob laughed as he dressed. He was going to miss her wit and humor. She was, after all, his dream woman. He had searched long and hard to find a woman to breed, and now a bureaucratic error was taking her from him. It figured. Government’s never done anything right. Why should this be any different?

Susan emerged from the bathroom dressed in her khaki shorts and a revealing black tank top. “Okay, I’m as ready as I’m ever going to be.”

Rob smiled and walked next to her. Taking her in his arms, his hands roamed over her body slowly; from her thighs to butt, then up around to her stomach.

Susan slapped his hand with a giggle. “Not enough time! You can play while I am on the machine. Now march Mister.”  Susan ran a hand along his jaw line and smiled. “Let’s go.”

As they left the house and climbed into the F-150 Susan waved and smiled shyly to Scott their mailman, what would be her last good-bye, while he was making his early morning rounds.

Rob hopped into the driver’s seat and had them to Main Street five minutes ahead of schedule.

The Main Street processing plant was fairly small for a human cattle preparation center.  Most of the local farms finished the meat themselves instead of hiring someone to do it for them.  Unlike Hills out in California, Main Street was only used for women chosen by lottery for the festivals and celebrations which occurred four times a year. The rest of the year it was open only for special orders, which still kept it fairly busy.

Rob and Susan walked to the receiving counter. “May I help you,” a young brunette asked with a slight snarl.

Susan immediately put her hand on her husband’s shoulder.  She knew how he was with such receptions. “Yes,” Susan handed her letter to the woman. “This is Rob; he will be doing my processing.”

“Any experience?” The girl barely looked over the page.

“Want to go first to let me see how it’s done?” Rob smiled, but there was no warmth in his voice.

“I don’t really think that attitude is called for,” the receptionist sharply answered.

Susan’s grip tightened on his hand, but he ignored it. “You’re right.”  He then turned to one of the men standing around in white smocks, “Excuse me Sir. You work here, right?”

“Yes, sir, what’s the trouble?”

“Your girl here seems to have an attitude problem.”

“Again?!” He turned and slapped the woman from her chair then snapped his fingers. Two men came, grabbed her arms and led her away. “She won’t be a problem anymore. Now then, Mister …”

“Parker.”

“Yes sir. You and your lovely sow may proceed to the undressing room, then to the meat grading room. From there it’s a short trip to the …” he looked at the form. “Beheading. A lovely choice madam. One last screw before you go.”

Susan blushed, “Umm, yes well …”

“Next!”

“Come on, Suzie.” Rob took her hand and walked up the steps. “Don’t say it. She deserved it.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” Susan looked away innocently. “But you could have been nicer.”

The undressing room was almost full of sows and their processors. Susan moved to the bins and took her clothing off. She wasn’t shy about it, but she did feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Rob watched her thoughtfully. “You know? The more I think about it, the more I am thinking thigh and breast.”

Susan smiled, her high cheek bones rising as her lips curled up. “Thank you, Robby.” There was a certain excitement building in her now as they approached the meat grading room. Rob was stopped at the door while she entered.

“Sorry sir, you can meet your sow in room ten. We don’t allow processors in here.”

“No problem.” Rob walked down a hallway to the room, entered and waited.

Susan walked onto a platform as other sows ahead of her were graded. The woman in front of her was named Kate. “Sow fifteen eighty two. Grade B. Small teats, meat quality is low. Send her to the hanging room. She’ll be okay for someone’s cheap dinner.” He took a ring and clamped it into the woman’s vaginal lips. The man motioned at Susan. “Next we have sow one twenty one.” He ran a hand down her shoulder and over her breast while she stood hands at her side. His fingers pinched each nipple, and then weighed the breast. “Excellent. Fine tit meat. Stomach is lean, good.” His hand moved down between her legs and into her vagina. “Tender filet. Shaved already! Good taste. Turn.” Susan turned obediently. His hand ran over her rump and down her legs. “Excellent thighs and hams. Grade A. Send her to room ten. Next.” He clipped a tag onto her labia sending a jolt of pain through her body as she whimpered.

A man in front of her motioned her out the next door. He pointed to the room where Rob waited. Susan was feeling a mixture of emotions. She didn’t really want to die, but that was the lot of a woman in these modern times. And yet, she was excited that Rob would be the one to execute her and enjoy her meat. Something about it was maddeningly enticing.

Rob smiled as she entered. “Grade A?” Susan nodded. “Nervous?” She nodded again.

She looked around the small room confused. “Where’s the Guillotine?”

Rob went to a switch and flipped it. A wall slowly rotated around revealing a standard drop blade beheading unit. The sharp shiny blade sat at the top of the rails. A lever on the right hand side released the razor sharp blade down the rails and into the neck of whomever might be attached to the restraints below. The restraints were solid wood, old and well used. “Surprise!”

“Let’s get you seated in it,” he said, taking her arm in his hand and leading her to the padded knee rest. “Kneel down there and lay your neck on the rest.” Susan did as she was told. Rob set the top in place then pulled her arms behind her and secured them with ropes at her wrists. “God, honey, you look so delicious. I can’t wait to enter you like this.”

Rob moved behind his wife and undid his trousers.  She was already well lubricated and ready for him, her excitement at her impending death causing her man to become sexually aroused.  He was extremely excited at the thought of taking his wife in her final moments as he thrust into her without warning causing her to call out in surprise. They both felt their climax approaching quickly. Susan screamed out as she came and Rob followed shortly behind. As he felt himself erupt, he pulled the switch.

The solid steel blade fell swiftly with a swoosh and cut through Susan’s soft neck sending her head into the padded basket, the light rapidly fading from her eyes with a look of bewilderment on her face. She could still see the room as her light faded. Then she saw Rob, looking down lovingly into her eyes. The last thing she felt was the tender kiss of her man.

Rob Took Susan’s head and gave it to the attendant. “Set it on a nice honey oak plaque. Engrave it with, My Loving Wife, Susan Chantell. And have the butcher set aside her left breast and whatever is left in thigh meat.”

“Bone in?”

“Of course, I like to chew the bones and suck the marrow.” Rob paused for a moment, thoughtful. “They discard the organs?”

“Yes sir, unless someone wants them.”

“Have her heart, stomach, lungs and kidney saved for me as well.”

“Very well sir.” The young man picked up her lifeless body and took it to the butcher station.”

Susan’s body was butchered and dressed out and Rob’s portions packaged and delivered to him. He set her meat into a cooler with ice and started the lonely drive home. He took the mail out of the box, placed the Susan’s packaged meat on the counter then started going through the bills.

As he opened the final piece of mail he trembled and went numb.  His heart sinking and his normally strong emotions began to crumble as his eyes teared.

[color=Blue]Dear Mr. and Mrs. Parker, We are happy to inform you that your application for Susan Chantell Parker’s status as a breeder has been accepted.[/color]