My Dinner with Abbas

by P Devadis

Anna woke up at dawn, from a near sleepless night. It was her eighteenth birthday and today would change her life forever. For the last two years she lived in the Cedar City Girl’s Detention Center, not because she did much wrong, but mostly because she was alone in the world and had no other place to live. She was sentenced; at age sixteen; to an attempted prostitution charge, more to protect her than to punish her.

She often wondered why her mother left her that cold winter day two years ago.

She slowly pulled back the bed covers and stretched her five feet-nine inch nude body. She was very well developed with long shapely legs and full firm breasts.

Slowly she got out of bed, being careful not to wake her roommate. She walked over to the bathroom scales, as was her habit each morning.

“Damn, still 136 pounds!” she thought. As with most girls her age, weight was always an issue.

Quickly she got dressed in black panties and bra along with a tight blue blouse, a tight blue miniskirt and high heels. Her dress violated all the detention center’s dress codes but today she was free of all that, or soon would be.

Slowing and carefully she applied her make up and brush her shoulder length reddish-brown hair. Carefully she applied red lipstick to her full sexy lips.

She wanted to thank her roommate, yet again, for arranging her to get the outfit, but decided instead to let the girl sleep.

She tossed her few belongs in the cheap suitcase and headed down the hall to the front office.

Knocking on the office door she heard Ms. Andersen yelled. “Come in.”

As Anna entered the office Ms. Andersen looked at her outfit in shock.

“Looks like you are ready to go whoring girl.”

“No madam.”

Ms Andersen found the girl to be very attractive, but had to be very careful to not to show her sexy attraction to the girls in her charge.

“God, I would love the get her in bed, she is so damn sexy.” She thought to herself.

“So today is the big day, what are your plans girls?”

“I am going to catch a bus at 9:00 a.m.”

“No shit, that I figured.” Yelled Ms. Andersen.

“Yes Madam.”

“So where the hell are you going girl?”

“Chicago, Madam”

“Why?”

“Find a job, get on with my life, madam.”

Ms Andersen reached into her top draw and removed $200 in twenties.

“Here is your “getting out” money girl, good luck.”

As an after thought she added. “You are going to need it.”

“Thank you madam.”

“Hope you can at least make it as far as the bus station without trying to turning a trick.”

“Yes madam, good-by madam.” Anna replied taking the 200 dollars. It was the most money she ever had in her life, but she knew it wouldn’t last long.

Ms Andersen led her to the front gate and signaled for the guard to open it.

Anna quickly walked away. After a while she turned and saw Ms Andersen staring at her.

“I bet the dike would love some of me.” She thought.

Slowly she raised her right arm, smiled and extended her middle finger in the direction of Ms. Andersen.

Still smiling she turned and happily walked away, heading towards the Greyhound bus station.

Chapter 2

Business was really slow for Peter. This month was the worst month he had since he opened “PDevadis Fine Meats” ten years ago.

The big chains were having an impact on his business and if he didn’t find ways to improve the bottom line he would soon be out to business.

There was even talk that the Greyhound Bus Station down the street was going be torn down to make way for yet another supermarket.

Still, he still had a few customers. One of them was a creepy fat man, Mister Abbas, who lived alone in the neighbor. Abbas, when he wasn’t staring at the young women in the neighbor, liked to hang around the shop and watch Peter work at his trade.

As of late he got to know Abbas very well, better then he wanted as a matter of fact.

Peter poured himself another shot of Wild Turkey, his third of the afternoon, as he worked on the help wanted sign. He had second thoughts about this and nearly did not put it in the window. After yet another drink he decided to go ahead with it.

The next day three people applied for the job, all of whom he found to be unqualified.

Early on the second day a young girl entered the shop carrying a cheap cardboard suitcase.

Behind the counter she saw the muscular middle age man with a short black beard, wearing a bloody apron. He was looking her up and down in a lustful way. She was starting to get use to that look from men. The men on the bus as well as others gave her such looks ever since she left the detention center yesterday. She was ever starting to like it a little. It gave her a sense of power. She had something that wanted. This one looked like he wanted it most of all.

“This may work to my advantage.” She thought.

As she approached the counter the man smiled at her and said.

“Can I help you sweetie?”

“Yes, the sign says you are looking for a counter person.”

“What’s your name girl?”

“Anna, Sir.”

“You got any experience Anna?”

“No, Sir.”

“You from around here?”

“No sir, just got in on the bus not twenty minutes ago.”

“Oh really.” Say Peter as his heart raced.

“You got folks around here Anna?”

“No sir, I ain’t got no folks anywhere that I know about.”

“Why are you in Chicago?’

“To find work.”

“If I train you, would you work for less than minimum wage, say $4.00 an hour?”

“No sir, I will look someplace else, thank you sir.” She said as she turned to leave.

“Wait girl, I was joking with you, the job pays $8.00 an hour after I train you, but minimum wage to start.” Said Peter.

“Why do you want to hire me?” replied Anna.

“I think you need help……………………. so you have a place to stay?’

“No sir.”

“Tell you what girl, there is a cheap hotel half a block down, go get a room for the night.”

“Do you have money?”

“No sir.” Lied Anna.

“Okay, here is $25.00 advancement on your pay.” He said as he opened his wallet.

“Thank you sir!”

“Here is the deal. I want you to check out tomorrow and come here with your belongs, be here at 7:00 a.m.”

“Yes sir.”

Together we will do some training in the morning and then I find you a more permanent place to stay.”

“Thank you sir!” replied Anna. She was happy she was wearing the outfit, for sure.

“On, by the way Anna, come to the back door, I am closed tomorrow because it’s Sunday and Monday is a holiday as well.

“Will you pay me for tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

“Yes sir, what do I wear?”

“What you got on is fine girl.”

“It certainly is.” thought Anna as she left the shop.

As Peter watched her walked away he felt his cock getting big.

Over the years he enjoyed looking at his young female customers while he talked to them about cuts of meat. He would sometimes image them in that manner, as cuts of meat.

“One thing for sure, Anna was USDA Prime.” He thought, as he got harder.

“Good night sir, thank you.” Anna said.

“No, Anna, I thank you.” He replied.

Chapter 3

Peter woke early Sunday morning and make strong black coffee to treat his usual Wild Turkey hangover. After three cups of black coffee and four Camels he hear a light knock on the back door. Opening the door he found Anna standing there dressed the same as yesterday, carrying her cheap suitcase.

He motioned for her to come in and after looking up and down the alley he closed the door behind her and locked it.

“You are exactly on time sweetie.” He said.

She smiled at him.

Anna stood looking around the bright and fully equipped butcher shop.

The room had a large butcher's worktable, a band saw, a grinder, a butcher's scale and a set of knives - a large breaking knife, a cutting knife, a sharp boning knife and a cleaver. Peter always have a “steel on hand” to keep my knives' edges honed. It is crucial for a butcher to work with very sharp knives, so he owned two sets, because one was sent out to be professionally sharpened every week.'

A rail with meat hooks ran around the parameter of the room and into the walk-in. She imaged the rail system was used to transport the meat from the meat cooler to the shop.

“I need to get started by asking you some questions sweetie.”

‘Okay Sir.”

“Why don’t you sit on the table?”

“Okay Sir.”

She walked over to the table and turned around to climb on it. Peter walked over to her and grabbing her around the waist lifted her on the table. She smiled at him and crossed her shapely long legs.

Peter pulled up a chair and sit before her, looking up at her and her shapely thighs.

Anna got red in the face from his stares but she was at the same time enjoying the looks of the handsome butcher.

“God he is old enough to be my father.” She thought. Anna had a thing for older man looking at her with lust and this one certainly was.

She thought, “I am going to like working here.”

Finally Peter spoke.

“Where did you come from sweetie?”

“Cedar City, Iowa, Sir.”

“Oh, a corn fed girl I see.”

Anna got red in the face and Peter smiled.

“Did you graduate from the local high school sweetie?” Peter said as he placed his hand on her right thigh.

Anna enjoyed the touch, it been years since she got that kind of attention from a man. The young flesh feel warm and firm to his touch. Slowly he stroked her legs as he talked.

She did not replied.

Removing his hand he thought, “I need to get back to business.”

He looked her in the eyes and asked the same question again.

“No sir, I was in the Cedar City Detention Center for girls until day before yesterday.”

“Why were you in there?”

“I got locked up for attempted prostitution when I was sixteen.” Replied Anna in a soft trembling voice.

“Attempted?” questioned Peter.

“Yes Sir, I was hungry and needed money, I ain’t never been with a man before, ever.”

“Are you a virgin girl?” asked Peter.

“Yes Sir.” Was her soft reply.

“I see, what does your parents think of you being locked up in that place?”

“I don have any parents Sir, least wise I don’t know where they are.”

“I see.” Replied Peter with a gleam in his eye. “How was the hotel last night?

“Fine Sir.”

“Anyone know you are here sweetie?”

“No, why?”

“Well, I need to list the next of kin in my files.”

“Well guess that would be yourself for the time beginning sir.”

“Now true sweetie.” Peter said as he got up and walked around the table.

He continued talking to Anna, asking her about what kind of education she received at the detention center as he opened a draw and took out a bottle of chloroform and a rag.

Quickly he poured the chemical on the rag and reached around Anna, applying the rag to her mouth.

The girl looked wildly around the room, but after a brief struggle she blacked out.

Peter grabbed her under her armpits and dragged her completely on the table.

“Piece of cake.” He thought to himself.

With trembling hands he loosen her skirt. Next he removed her shoes, tossing them in the corner of the room. After running his hands over her inner thighs he moved her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her firm breasts encased in a black bra.

He stood back and looked at her girl. “God, what a hot number.” He thought.

Anxious to see the young girls breasts he managed to work her blouse off and unhook her bra. Slowly he pulled the material away, enjoying the feel of the warm full breasts in his hands.

His excitement grew as he run his hands over the girl’s sexy young body. Quickly he undressed and stood over her with a big hard on.

He wondered what she would look like with his cock in her mouth so he gently opened her mouth the slowly place his cock in it. After rubbing the head of it over her full sexy lips he continued feeling her with one hand while playing with himself with the other.

He worked his hard cock over her firm breasts as he fantasized his dark secret thoughts. Soon he lost control and his warm cum shot from his cock onto her firm full young breasts.

After resting for a while he rolled her on her stomach and tied her hands behind her back. Her round firm ass amazed him and her black panties make her ever more sexy. He started to get hard again but he has work to do and an appointment to keep, so instead he dressed himself.

Leaving the room, he returned shortly with a digital camera, taking close up pictures of the girl from all angles, turning her on the table as needed.

As he was finishing she suddenly woke and started to scream. He quickly covered her mouth and told he to shut up.

“Listen sweetie, be quiet or I will have to hurt you, okay?”

Slowly he removed his hand.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked fearfully.

“All in good time sweetie.” Was his reply.

Forcing her off the table he tied her securely to the chair and taped her mouth.

He turned off the lights in the room and left, locking the door behind him.

Chapter 4

Abbas spend the morning counting his money and planning for tonight’s gourmet meal. His source to money was from the rent receipts of the substandard apartments he owned in the neighborhood. He maximized his profits from the apartments by doing just enough repairs to keep the Chicago housing commissioner off his back.

He was happy to learn that the progress of this new goal of accumulating 2 million dollars was proceeding nicely. He was less than $200,000 away!

He lived in one of his own apartments and lived modestly. His own vices were gourmet food and triple x-rated movies. Over the years in developed a great cooking skill and was always anxious to try new dishes. He had a nicely equipped kitchen expanded by having the walls of two of the bedrooms torn out. In lieu of the living room he had a fancy dinning room with a wide screen television he used to watch his x-rated movies while he dined. He loved the ones that had lots of oral sex the best and he often wondered what such a thing would feel like in real life.

He ordered another glass of wine as he set in the booth, waiting for his friend Peter to appear. God the waitress was so hot he thought as he fantasized about her.

Finally Peter appeared and set down, motioning for the waitress to bring him a beer.

“Well?” asked Abbas

”Well what?” asked Peter, teasing him.

“Did you get her?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent my friend!”

“What is she like?”

“Nice, very nice.” Replied Peter. “She is young, just turned eighteen.”

“Tell me more.” Said Abbas coarsely.

“Better yet I got pictures.”

He opened the envelope, and after looking around the room to ensure they weren’t being observed, and passed the pictures to Abbas.

Abbas stared at the pictures for a long time before speaking.

“Fuck me, she is nice!” he finally said, “When can I have her?”

“Not so fast my friend, there is a matter of payment.”

“Of course, say a hundred dollars for your troubles.”

“Surely you are joking.” Replied Peter. “ Let us just forgot this whole thing.”

They sit in silent for a while before Peter spoke.

“What are you going to do with her away?”

“I am going cook her and eat her.” Abbas replied.

“What!”

“Oh don’t look so shocked, after all you are always the one talking about that stuff in regards to your young female customers Peter.”

“But I was joking about it………………….sort of, why do you want to do this?” Peter replied getting red in the face.

“I been wanting to get a nice young mature girl to eat for years Peter, have you ever thought about that?” He replied with a gleam in his eye

Peter had to admit the idea excited him, matter of fact he was thinking the same thoughts just a while ago when he masturbated on Anna.

“She is a virgin.” Was his next replied.

“Wow, really!”

“Yes.”

“Can you give me a thousand for her?”

“Only if you butcher her for me Peter.”

“I don’t know how to butcher a girl.” Was the reply.

“Bullshit, sure you do, you talk about it all the time in the shop.”

“Tell you what, $1500 for the girl and the butchering.

“Well…………………” replied Abbas

“And I get some of the meat.”

“How much?”

“Just some, I am curious……………………say five.” Peter said hopefully.

“Five what?” said Abbas.

“Pounds, pound of her flesh…………….of course.” He replied weakly.

Okay, but I will pay you only $1400.”

“Why?”

“It figures at around $19.95 a pound asshole.” replied Abbas as if he was talking to a child.

“What you mean?” Replied Peter.

“You charge me $19.95 a pound for your prime meat.”

Peter started to get a headache coming on so he decided to end it.

“Okay, it is a deal………………..can’t believe I am paying for what is already mine.” Abbas told his friend.

“Also, I get to decide how she is butchered, you know, the cuts of meats.” He added staring at he pictures.

“Sure, I will do her exactly as you want.” Peter replied.

“Deal.” Said Abbas extending his fat sweaty hand to Peter, “Can we finally go look at her now?”

“Yes, of course.”

Chapter 5

Anna looked at the two men in terror as they entered the room, wondering who the poorly dressed fat greasy middle age man with the dark complexion was. He looked as if he got his clothes from the Salvation Army. Beads of sweat formed on his unshaved face.

Spotting her in the corner to walked over and stared at her as he would a piece of meat.

He reached down and ripped the tape from her mouth and she started screaming. Quickly he placed his hand over her mouth and while looking her in her horrified brown eyes he firmly spoke to her. “If you scream one more time bitch, just once … I will kill you, got it?”

As best she could, she shook her head up and down.

“Good.” He said, removing his hand.

Turning to Peter he said. “Let’s have a better look at the young bitch, tie her somewhere with her hands above her head.”

“What about my $1400 first asshole?” Replied Peter.

“Not until I and satisfied with her.” Replied Abbas.

Peter did as he was told, anything to get the fat bastard to pay me he thought.

Using one or the meat hooks hanging from the overhead trolley he forced her under it. After a struggle he got her hands tie above her head such that her toes barely touched the floor.

Satisfied he stood back in look at the girl. The position certainly enchanted her already sexy appearance. It showed off her full breasts and her firm young ass encased in the fancy black panties.

Abbas walked around the girl, taking time to stare at each body part for a few minutes.

Soon she felt his sweaty hands in her fib cage and then on her ass, squeezing the firm young flesh. She felt her panties being pulled down to her knees. Staring at the flesh Abbas squeezed the young ass as he felt his cock getting larger.

Suddenly he leaned over and took a bit of the flesh into his mouth. Anna felt his teeth gently biting into her and the hairs on his unshaved face. He rolled the flesh in his mouth, testing the texture before biting down harder.
Anna yelled her felt a small tickle of her blood run down her ass on to her leg.

Abbas laughed and ran his wet tongue up the back of her thigh, licking up the warm blood with his tongue, enjoying the salty taste.

He stood up, revealing the huge bugle in the front of his pants.

Slapping her on the ass, he turned to Peter. “She will do very nicely.”

“Okay, give me 1400 big ones.”

“Well………………………”

“Well hell, no money, no girl you greedy asshole.” Peter angrily replied

Slowly Abbas opened his wallet and counted out 1400 dollars in hundred dollar bills.

“What the hell is going on?” cried Anna with terror in her voice.

Abbas walked over to her and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Why I just bought you bitch, that is what is going on.” He spoke in a steady voice.

“What you can’t buy me, you bastard,” yelled Anna.

“Well I just did sugar,” Abbas replied.

“Please, I want to go, what are you going to do with me?” she cried.

“I am going to have Peter butcher you for me, like a side of beef.”

“Next I am going to cook your succulent meat in my oven and eat you all up sugar girl.” He said while smiling at her react to his words.

“What!” she cried.

He reached over and touched her cheek, pinching her lightly. “You hear me sugar girl, I am going to eat you!”

Turning to Peter he asked. “When can we slaughter her?”

“Now………………. if you want.” Was the answer.

“Excellent, now are you going to do it.”

“Don’t know, I suppose the best way it to stick her like a hog.”

“Don’t they use a sledgehammer in the slaughter houses?” asked Abbas.

“Yes but sticking is best, gives good bleed out.” Said Peter.

“Can I do it while you hold her?” Abbas asked.

“No, sticking requires skill, you may screw it up.”

“What if we just cut her throat, I should be able to do that.”

“Okay it not he best way, but it will work, you really want to do her yourself?” questioned Peter.

“Hell yes.” He replied.

Turning his attention to the fearful girl he run his sweaty hands over her thighs and ass, squeezing and pinching the young tender meat.

“I want two nice rump roast, Okay?”

“Sure.”

Turning his attention to the girls ass he told Peter, “keep this succulent ass in one piece, it will look great, nicely roasted on my table; the texture is nice and firm, leave about half the thighs attached, can you do that?

“What about my meat?’ asked Peter.

“Would you settle to be my guest when I get the rump roast ready?” Hell you don’t know a thing about cooking my friend.” Replied Abbas.

“Sure!” beamed Peter.

“One more thing Peter, before we get started.” Abbas spoke.

“Yes?”

“I need to fuck her.”

“Of course you do.”

“I want to fuck her in your meat locker, surrounded by the sides of beef, okay?”

“Sure Abbas, whatever floats you boat.”

“Let us get the bitch in there, tape her mouth, okay.” He replied as he rubbed his hard cock through his pants.

Anna felt the cold air as she was led into the locker, with one of them in each side of her. The cold caused her nipples to stand straight out.

“You are going to spend a week in here, starting real soon, except you won’t know it.” Peter told her.

“What?” Abbas questioned.

“We got the age her meat.”

“Yes, of course, I didn’t think about that……………………… you are so right.” Abbas replied.

They led her to a side of beef that was placed on a table in the middle of the room. It was Peter’s habit to do much of his initial butchering here, making the meat easier to transport into the next room.

Anna felt the cold meat against her breasts and stomach as they tossed her on top of it.

Quickly they tied her hands, leaving her shapely legs hanging over the table. The floor felt cold on her feet.

“Okay, leave us.” Commanded Abbas as he started to undress.

“Of course, now long you need?”

“I hope for a long time.” Was his reply.

Abbas walked towards the girl with his hard cock sticking straight out.

“I have dreamed of this moment for years, having a young succulent piece of meat like you.” He spoke.

“Your ass looks delicious, nice and meaty, firm, yet tender.” He spoke as he ran his hands over her.

The cold air of the locker was causing his erection to get bigger than usually. He wished be darned to have her suck him off, but was afraid she would bite him.

Instead he fingered the lips of her pussy with one hand while caressing her with the other.

“Can’t wait to get you butchered sugar girl, just like the side of beef you are laying on.” He said as drool ran down his fat chin.

With that he trusted his cock into the girl as she tried to scream.

Slowly he pumped away, while imaging things to come and now her ass meat would taste. He would roast it in the oven he decided.

“Nice girl, all nice and tight and fatten for my table.” He spoke softy to her.

The thought of her ass coming out of his oven all nice and golden brown caused him to explode, shooting his cum into her.

My first piece of virgin ass he thought to himself as he rested on her.

As he kept thinking of things about the feast to be he felt his hard come back.

Soon he was fucking her again.

This time he lasted for twenty minutes as he felt and talked to the girl, giving her, to her horror, the details of now she was going to be slaughtered, butchered and cooked.

After resting for a few minutes he decided the cold was getting to him so be got up, dressed and called for Peter.

Chapter 6

Peter appeared with a smile on his face. “You were sure noisy about it, I know exactly now to butcher her now.” He said.

“Well, lets get in done.” Abbas replied with excitement in his voice.

Peter untied the girl’s hands and she stood up and tried to run to the door. Abbas grabbed her and together forced her towards the ceiling rail-mounted meat hooks.

Peter found that her struggling excited him. It was similar to fighting a fish in the line except her flesh felt so good to his touch.

She fought, kicking and trying to scream as Peter kneed and tied ropes to her ankles, looping the other end to the rail cart’s eyelets. Together they pulled on the ropes and she swing upwards with her shapely legs far apart and her hands almost touching the floor. She felt hands squeezing her inner thighs and commenting on her meat. She realized that this was the end for her, that she would soon be just meat, nothing more. Still she tied to fight them off with her hands until Peter tied them behind her back. Adjusting the rope they placed her head at butcher’s eye level.

Satisfied, Peter pushed the shoulder of the girl and the cart moved along the rail into the warm butcher shop.

He stopped just short of the worktable and stood back to look at her.

Abbas walked over to the girl and started playing with her tits. “My, my, my this position shows her off nicely doesn’t it?” He said. “I want you to butcher off those nipples for me Peter, okay?”

“Right now, or after?” questioned the butcher.

“Now please.” Abbas replied.

“Not a good idea.” Replied Peter.

“And why not?” Demanded Abbas

“It will stress her meat, you don’t want that do you?”

“No course not, let’s get this thing done, you ready girl?” He said looking Anna in the eyes.

He laughed at her horror and told her not to worry it was going to be easy and she didn’t have to do anything other than bleed out for them.

Peter handed Abbas a long sharp knife and place a large stainless steel vessel beneath Anna’s head.

Next he grabbed her hair and pulled back her head sharply.

“Okay Abbas, it is time for you to do her the way I told you earlier.” Peter said.

Abbas started at the right corner of her jaw and make a deep cut ear-ear, cutting though the neck and larynx, neatly severing Anna’s carotid arteries. After the initial rush of blood that shot across the room, Peter was able to control the flow of into the vessel.

Peter started to massage her arms and legs and stomach to assist the bleed out.

In a few seconds Anna blacked out.

“Excellent!” replied Peter. “Good work.”

Peter only smiled and started to cut off the girl’s left nipple.”

“Give me the fucking knife Abbas, I am the butcher here asshole.”

After seeing that Peter was serious he handed the knife over.

“Her tongue, Peter, save her tongue for me.” He decided to have a meal of girl tongue some night while watching one of his triple X-rated suck and fuck movies.

“What do you think of her meat so far?” Abbas asked.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell until I am future along in the process, but I think she is going be a nice grade of meat, she appears to be nicely fatten and she is young, a perfect age really, I can tell more after I cut into her.” he answered.

“What is next?” Asked Abbas breathlessly.

Picking up a sharp knife Peter replied ‘”I need to get her beheaded and gutted, get her ready to hang in the meat locker.”

After Peter was happy with the progress of the bleeding he continued the cut to the throat around the Anna’s neck slicing the ligament. Gripping her head he twisted it off. Sitting the head on the workbench he plied open her mouth and pulled her tongue out, expertly cutting it out. Handing it to Abbas he said, “Here is your dinner tonight.”

Next Peter ran is knife make a cut from the solar plexus to the anus, taking care not to cut into the intestines.

Using a meat saw he cut through the pubic bone. Next he opened the lower body and pulled the organs out while cutting them away from the back wall of the body tossing them in the waste vessels.
Next he sliced through her diaphragm, cutting straight down the middle the breastbone, cutting straight through the middle.

He remove removed the heart, lungs, larynx and trachea.

With much interest he studied the meat on her ribs. Calling Abbas over he noted the layer of fat surrounding the lean.

“I think she is going to provide you some excellent meat, just fat enough to add flavor, specially if you oven roast the meat.” Said Peter.

“Very good, I am getting hungry already!” Abbas replied, wishing he didn’t have to wait for the meat to age.

“So I get to dine with you at least one night?” Peter asked.

“Yeah like we agreed to, what’s next?”

“I need to wash her and get her in the locker, I will butcher her in about ten days”

After completing the clean up tasks the two men pushed the caresses into the meat locker where she came to rest touching a side of beef on each side.

“That is sure an erotic sight isn’t it, I mean she is just meat now, that’s all?” Abbas said.

Continuing he said. “I think this was always meant to be, after all girls were placed here to pleasure us, and now I have the ultimate pleasure, to be able to fuck her and then eat her.”

“I just know her flesh will be so succulent.” He said while reaching over and feeling her still warm thighs and her young firm ass.

“Don’t forget how I want her butchered, a nice rump roast leaving about half the thigh meat, say to mid thigh” Abbas requested and added. “Now much meat would that figure out to?”

“Hell, a good twenty or thirty pounds I would think, too much for one meal.” Peter replied.

“That’s okay, I don’t need to eat it all at once, after it is cooked it will keep. Abbas continued, “I want steaks from the rest of her thighs and her calves as well and of course butcher the ribs for barbecuing. With the rest of the meat, ground is fine.”

“You got it.” Replied Peter.

Chapter 7

Abbas removed the roast from the cold water after checking the time and placed it in a very large pot, adding various vegetables, onions, celery, carrots, turnips, parsnips, parsley, granulated sugar and a half-pint of cider vinegar. Next he covered it with cold water and starting heating it.

He allowed 15 minutes per pound at low heat, skimming off the brown froth as it rose to the surface. After the cooking time was up he turned off the heat and poured in a cup of cold water to arrest the cooking, and left the meat to cool in the water.

After cooling, he lifted the meat out of the water.

Next he mixed brown sugar and breadcrumbs to a paste with the mustard and vinegar, smoothing the mixture all over the surface of the roast with a palette knife, pressing well in.

Abbas baked for 45 minutes in a 350 degree over basting half-way through with a little extra vinegar.

He turned off the heat and left it for 15 minutes in the oven with the heat turned off and the door slightly open.

Timing being everything he called Peter and told him to start over, that dinner would be served in 20 minutes.

As Peter entered the room the rich aroma of the freshly cooked meat got his digestive juices flowing.

Abbas was just finished setting the table and was opening a bottle of Merlot. In the center of the table was the freshly roasted Anna, or at least the best part of her.

Abbas took great effort on the presentation and it showed. The firm young roast was so sexy looking that Peter didn’t know if he wanted to fuck it or eat it.

Abbas handed Peter and glass of wine and motioned him to take a seat.

“Well, what do you think?” Abbas asked.

“Wow!!!” Peter said. “She looks good enough to eat.

Both men laugh at the little joke.

After taking a slip of wine Abbas spoke “Well the big moment is finally here, our first taste of the forbidden flesh, if you will.”

“Yes.” Replied Peter with hot excitement in his voice.

Abbas picked up the carving fork and knife, sticking the fork it the side of the roast. Anna’s girl juices flowed out and down the side of the roast. With the carving knife he cut into the meaty thigh.

“Look at that girl meat would you!” he said. “Nice and cooked, just a little pink, cooked exactly right I would think!”

He craved a generous portion and placed the meat on the carving board. Next he cut away the outer layer of fat and placed the meat on Peter’s plate.

After carving a portion for himself he sit down and lifted his wine glass.

“Peter. What did you say the girl’s name was?’ he asked.

“Anna.”

“Here’s to Anna.” Abbas replied.

Peter cut off a bite size of meat and placed it in his mouth. The flavor was like nothing he ever ate, it was delicious. He found the texture to be perfect and similar to an extra tender pork roast, except better. Adding to his enjoyment of the meat was the sexy looking roast in the center of the table.

The two men silently eat, dipping the juicy meat in a mustard sauce.

Abbas had a far away look as he ate, not talking time to eat any of the side dishes he craved more meat for Peter and himself. They ate until they could eat no more.

Abbas passed Peter one of his expensive cigars and the two men slipped wine, picked at the meat and smoked in silent.

Finally Abbas spoke. “She was wonderful wasn’t she?”

He added, “I find girl meat to be even better than I dreamed, it is by far the best meat I ever ate.”

“Oh, yes, it’s wonderful.” Replied Peter.

“Peter?”

“Yes”

“Still got the help wanted sign.”

“Yes.” Replied Peter

“Would you put it back in the window?”

“Sure, you bet I will.” Replied Peter.

The End