Dolcettes

Farming Dolcettes

Dolcettes

Joey had just finished cleaning out a stall of one of the meat girls when Linda came in. Joey was bewitched by her long raven black hair and her dazzling blue eyes. To Joey, she was the most beautiful girl on the planet. Linda had come by to help Joey and Joey's father prepare some livestock for the annual spring fair.

Joey's father had farmed girl meat for almost fifteen years, almost as long as Joey had been alive.

Mr. Grant had been a cattle rancher, but when the mad cow crisis hit, he was compelled to switch to another type of livestock. The farm administration was pushing the farming of “homo-primates”, a new bioengineer meat animal based on monkeys and apes. But Mr. Grant had his doubts. He thought the new meat animals looked and acted like humans. Sure they were not as smart, but by almost all criteria, they were human. But with a very young son to bring up and the family farm in crisis, he decided to give it a shot. Mr. Grant was surprised at how little actual work had to be done to fatten and finish the animal for final sale at the market. He could buy animals, ten to fifteen years old, from a breeding farm and using the recommended feed and supplements bring the animals to market after four or five years. Obtaining stock from the breeding farms meant that he didn't have to concern himself with breeding, birthing and raising young stock. In fact, the government and the breeders encouraged the farmers to buy matures. The animals were expensive, but aside from feed and shelter and occasional vet visits, the costs of up-keep were minimal.

Also, low interest loans were available to tide farmers over the four to five year period needed to get the animals to market size and slaughter weight.

All Mr. Grant's concerns were alleviated, when his first animals went to market. He was able to repay all the outstanding loans and turn a small profit. Next year's sales would put him and his family on easy street. Any considerations about morality and ethics were quickly forgotten. His government had been preaching for years that the animals were simply bio-engineered apes made in labs and research farms to supplement the food supply with new meat, in light of the problems with beef cattle. The new animals had been crossbred to have human appearances and characteristics to make them more acceptable to the public and easier to raise.

As the years went on, the public showed a surprising preference for female stock, and the breeding farms churned out female animals. These animals because of their appearance were soon referred to as meat girls or dolcettes amongst the farmers. The name dolcette was derived from an obscure cartoonist that had built up a significant following on the Internet, with his cartoons depicting gynophagia, the eating of human women and girls; with a bent toward live cooking and live spiting. This name soon became standard and henceforth the animals were called dolcettes or meat girls

Joey led Linda down to the stalls to inspect the meat girls. The animals were kept in small stalls and not allowed to move around much. There were about fifty meat girls in this room. Mr. Grant was careful not to over crowd the rooms. Disease could run rampant in overcrowded rooms and overcrowding led to stress and bizarre behavior. The animals were very high strung and nervous, almost all the time. If one were to ascribe human feeling to them, one might say that they were acting like scared teenagers trying to cope with the hormone rush of puberty and their growing self-awareness of their doom.

Joey picked out about ten animals from the herd for Linda to examine closely. These had been picked by his dad as the best of the fifty animals undergoing final fattening for the state fair auction.

The first thing Linda noticed was the classic meat girl shape. Over the years, classic shape and body configuration had come into vogue. Meat animals were judged and graded against an image of this ideal animal and consequently, animal producers strove to raise their animals to fit the parameters of the ideal meat girl. The body was to be compact and lean with oversized breasts, a thin waist and round shapely firm ass. The legs were to be fleshy and spongy in texture rather than muscular and well toned. The best of show, would have large well-defined breasts with a minimum of sag and a slight over lap of the bottom of the breast on to the torso, creating a small but noticeable crease, the nipples would be large and robust with a well-defined, having pleasing shape to the eye. A definite bonus was a plethora of clearly visible milk ducts. The breasts would be symmetrical in size and shape. The waist would be small, creating an hourglass figure. The stomach would be flat or slightly flabby with small love handles. The mons-veneris would be flat and taper symmetrically into a v-shape at the vaginal slit. The slit would have fatty, meaty lips. The engorged clitoris and labia would be well defined.

The face would be pleasant, clean and unblemished. The hair lustrous and shining, set in a pleasant manner.

“This stock is about ready for sale at the auction in the spring. But tell me more about your special project and what I can do to help you.” Linda offered.

Joey replied, “When I was away at college, it struck me that my dad was missing a golden business opportunity, namely the high end gourmet specialty dolcette market.

But first I have to bore you with some dolcette economics. Please bear with me.

There are basically two types of dolcettes, domestic farm bred and free range. The domestic are bred and raised to maturity by government breeding farms, and at maturity sold to farmers.

The “free range” are human females, converted to dolcettes in government conversion centers for a year or two and then sold to us for fattening and auction to the retail market.

OK, the farm bred dolcettes are generally younger; using cross breeding and hormones, the breeders have come up with a dolcette that is sexually mature at about ten or eleven years old, that is they show sexual characteristic of maturity, breast development being the most obvious sign; and really about the only real trait that matters since the dolcettes are sterile. The general filling out of the body is important to some degree also. These farm bred dolcettes need about two or three years to get them to harvest weight and size but they don't usually attain the same size and weight as free range dolcette so the return is a bit less. Also, most farmers don't like them because they are bred to be helpless with a flat emotional response. They require a great deal of taking care of. The only saving grace is that they are cheaper.

The free-range dolcettes are generally made available to us about seventeen to twenty years old, due to the laws protecting young offenders. Sixteen being the age of majority. I know that conversion can be any age past sixteen but I'm talking about prime stock. Conversion dolcettes, older than twenty-five years old, are not in any demand and usually bought directly by the very low end processing plants. The convicts are put through a one to two year conversion and then we get them. Fatten them up for two or two and a half years max and then sell them at auction.

The free-range dolcettes are older, so there meat is tougher, generally, so we have to do more to tenderize it. But the free-range dolcettes are generally easier to raise. They retain most of the skills need to feed themselves and, importantly, to defecate using toilets. They are easier to be around, because they don't have the zombie stare and flat affect. Those are some of the reasons most farmers prefer free-range dolcettes.

And that is why we deal exclusively with free-range dolcettes.

OK, you no doubt, knew all that and were getting bored. That, basically, is what my dad and the majority of other farmers do. They buy a converted dolcette from the conversion plant for about $5,000 and raise it for two years, hoping that there are no problems with health. Behavioral problems are culled and depending on the extent of their fattening process, sent to auction early or sold directly to a processing plant; definitely resulting in big losses.

So, lets assume that the dolcette goes through fattening properly and we get a good animal, with nice breasts and ass and nice taut thighs. We take the dolcette to auction and generally can get around $10,000 for a prime animal. But if we take her to the gourmet auction we can get a lot more. The gourmet markets are fewer and far between and they have almost ridiculous standards. And, if they don't like your stock, they don't even make an offer. That's why most farmers don't bother with them.

But I have done some research and found out some very interesting facts. The gourmet market is hugely skewed toward the physical attributes of the dolcettes. To put simply and crudely, the dolcette has to be a first class bade with a face that will stop a train. The breasts and ass have to be first class too, but there is a bias toward a fleshy plump natural look. But, if the face is spectacular the buyers will downplay the importance of the breasts and asses. And they like very highly sexed animals. Sexy and sexual in a nutshell.

If we look for the best-looking dolcettes around. Oh yea, I almost forgot they almost never buy farm-bred dolcettes. And we buy that type of dolcette; instead of just buying the conversions from the conversion centre, we will have a definite advantage over the other farmers. You must have noticed that even at our own auction, the prettier dolcettes draw a higher price. We will have to pay more, probably a lot more, but we have to get the crème de la femme, so to speak. We have to go anywhere to get the dolcettes, we want.

I was thinking that you could be our buyer. Just make sure that the dolcettes are as beautiful as you. There won't be any more beautiful. And, make sure that they are healthy.

I will find out exactly what the market demands, in respect to the physical make up. You know how the breasts should look: How fatty? How firm? How Big? What kind of nipples? And the same for the other prime body parts and work out the feed and exercise regime we need to set up, to meet the market requirement and biases.

I guess I'll have to try to find out how they turn the dolcettes into sex animals. Linda, maybe you can teach them a thing or two or three?

I ran the idea by my dad and he thinks its pie in the sky. He said some of the other farmers, in the area, tried taking stock to the gourmet auctions. They may sell a dolcette or two but usually, they come home without making any sale at all.

He said he will let me use some space in the barn to raise stock and will let me use feed that he already has on the farm. And, depending on how expensive the dolcettes are, he may front some startup funds. Oh yea we can use the farm transport, if he's not using it.

So really, we only have to raise some money to buy some dolcettes and some money for travel. I should be able to use the Internet to get information.

Are you in, Linda?”

Linda said she would think about it and let Joe know in a day or so.

Let's Go For It

Linda considered the offer and a day later called Joey and invited him over for diner. She explained that her parents would be gone, for a dinner date and movie, so they would have house to themselves for the evening. Joey knew what that meant and temporarily forgot about his project. Even if Linda vetoed the idea, he would be in heaven tonight.

Linda had dinner prepared when Joey arrived and the two wasted no time gobbling it down. The dinner was excellent but if you asked Joey what he had eaten, he would have had a hard time remembering. The couple was anxious for the dessert.

Linda told Joey to leave the mess on the table for later; that she had some pictures for Joey to see and led Joey to her bedroom. Joey knew what that meant and eagerly followed.

Joey sat on the side of the bed while Linda sensuous stripped off her clothes. She was wearing more clothes than usual, by design. Starting with a light peck on Joey's lips she pulled off her pink jersey clumsily catching the bottom of her white silk bra and revealing a plump full breast. She wiggled and squirmed to get the get the jersey off, because it was too small for her torso and in doing so, the other breast, straining against the undersized silk bra popped out. Finally with a shake of her breast at Joey face, Linda pulled the jersey off. She looked down her bosom and acted surprised at seeing her bare breast and slowly, demurely pulled a cup over the breast. The raven-haired beauty wet her finger and rubbed the nipple of the other breast, until it stood out engorged and pulled the silken cup of her bra over that breast.

Then she unzipped the mini skirt she was wearing and sensuously wiggled until the skirt was over the ass, revealing very sheer see-through white panties through which Joey could see her well-defined vaginal crack. The skirt was sensuously drawn down the legs. Linda was wearing white fish net stocking that Joey had never seen before. Linda had never worn stocking, before, that Joey could remember and only wore pantyhose in the winter.

Linda sensuous pulled the stockings down her legs that were raised into the air, and after pulling them off her toes she tossed them to Joey. Joey was sure he had seen that done before in a movie, but he couldn't remember which one. But he was turned on. He caught the hosiery and put it to his nose to see if her could smell Linda's female scent on the garment. A sweet floral perfume wafted into his nose.

Linda got up and walked to Joey, and the two kissed passionately with lots of wet tonguing and sucking.

Then Linda stretched, feigning a yawn and thrust her breast toward Joey's face.

She acted as if she had committed a faux pas and made a gesture of embarrassment, coyly covering her mouth with a hand. Then with a winkle in her eye, she stretched and yawned again, this time pushing her breast into Joey's face.

Linda thrust her breast into Joey's face as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.

And then in practiced move, cupped the silk covered breasts with her hands and bent enough to let the bra fall away. She playfully wrapped the bra around Joey's neck.

The Linda thrust her bare breasts into Joey's face allowing Joey free reign over her bosom. Joe responded with a frenzied assault on the plump shapely orbs and dark pink nipples as Linda quietly moaned.

Joey moved down Linda's torso with his mouth while his hand massaged Linda's cunt. He pushed her panties deeply into his beauty's love tunnel and could feel the warm moisture wet the material. Linda moaned a bit louder and quietly urged him on.

Then Joey tore off the Velcro tab at the side of the panties that he knew from previous experience would be there and pulled the white silk aside.

He licked Linda's cunt until he could see that everything was engorged and well lubricated with Linda's love juices.

Then he lay back and allowed Linda to undress him. Joey wore a minimum amount of clothing. His t-shirt was pulled over his head quickly and then Linda licked and sucked on his nipples to make sure they were erect.

The chinos were pulled off quickly and Linda could see the big bulge under Joey's briefs.

Linda moved back a little to watch Joey remove his socks, But when Joey tossed them at her she playfully dodged them.

Joey made a show of grabbing and rubbing the erection under his black bikini briefs, briefly pulling them aside for Linda to see his fully engorged sex and then quickly pulled off the underwear

Now nude, Joey lay back and allowed Linda to lick and suck his penis. Linda licked the tip of the cock for a while and then, up and down the shaft and then sucked on the head of the penis to make sure it was nice and wet. Joey moaned to the pleasant sensations. When Linda was happy that Joey was wet enough and turned on enough, she whisper, “My turn, lover.” And lay on her back with her legs spread wide open.

Joey licked her pussy making sure everything was engorged and swollen, he poked a finger into his beauty's vagina to make sure the tunnel was moist and lubricated and rubbed some her pussy juice over the clitoris as Linda moaned, “Ooooo, that feels so good.”

Then Joey thrust his cock into Linda, hard and deep. He knew Linda liked an explosion into her womanhood to initiated fucking. Linda raised her ass to meet the thrust and pull Joey's cock into her as deeply as it would go.

Joey continued to thrust in and out and Linda continued to buck up and down, to meet his thrusts in a practiced rhythm.

Then Linda took her turn on top and she rode Joey with passion.

Next Linda bent over and had Joey fuck her from behind, directing him, “Do it the way I like it. The way that makes me cum.”

Joey complied. Linda had taught him how to fuck her so that her g-spot was stimulated and she could have an intense vaginal orgasm.

As Joey fucked rhythmically and Linda bucked to his thrusts and subconsciously corrected Joey's movement to maximize her pleasure. Her moans told Joey that Linda was appreciating his efforts. Joey rode Linda to his orgasm first and Linda responded to the flood of warm fluid inundating her vagina with a loud sigh. Joey knew that he had to start rubbing Linda's clit and continued pumping to get Linda off. And a short time later Linda screamed her orgasm to the world.

As the two collapsed on the bed, Joey leaned over and said, “That was great but maybe next time, you could suck me off, more. I promise to go down on your cunt more.”

Linda quietly gasped, “Gee, you know I don't like that stuff, too much, but maybe next time you'll get me in the mood. No promises though. But, you do deserve a reward for your passionate efforts, or maybe we both do. I decide to join in, on your project.”

And, Linda sealed the deal with a passion kiss.

The couple dressed slowly taking every chance to enjoy each other's physical attributes.

They returned to the living room and chatted about the project, prompting Joey to suggest that it was appropriate for them to do some research and visit a gourmet restaurant specializing in dolcette meat. Joey had some money due to him, for his part in fattening the next shipment of dolcettes scheduled for auction. And although, he wouldn't get the money until the auction was over and done, he could count on it. They could use his credit card for meal.

Linda was delighted. Dolcette meat was very expensive and to be treated to a restaurant dinner was a special occasion. She knew it would be astronomically expensive and told Joey that such a treat was out of their reach, but when Joey insisted, Linda jumped at the opportunity. She had been polite and declined, but Joey had not accepted her offer. There was no way she was going to give him a second chance. ‘Maybe, if its too expensive, she could help pay for it, out of her savings.' She thought.

Dining In Style

The day finally arrived for the dining treat of the young couple's lifetime. They had both had dolcette meat before but only at the fairs, where the farmers' coop subsidized the barbeque dolcette diner and each had gone with their parents to a restaurant to celebrate a special birthday. But, the restaurants were average, everyday restaurants, if everyday could be used to describe prime dolcette meat, not five star dining rooms that served only the finest dolcettes.

Linda dressed in her prom gown, the only gown she owned. Joey had on his best suit. They looked like a Hollywood couple. Neither had told their parents of their plans, in fear that their parents would try to talk them out of such an expensive venture. They merely told their parents that they had been invited to join friends at posh restaurant for a twenty-first birthday celebration and everyone had agreed to dress to the max.

The couple entered the dining room and was immediately impressed by the rich décor. The room reeked of money and power, though the only smell was a light floral scent that Linda identified as lilacs. They were seated at a resplendent table. The chairs were purple velvet, soft and plush.

When Linda saw the prices on the menu, her jaw dropped. She knew the prices would be out of this world but she couldn't fathom how anyone, anywhere, could charge such outrageous prices. She looked around to see who could afford such meals. The clientele was middle aged to getting elderly. Joey and her were the youngest. There were a smattering of men and women in their twenties and thirties, but almost all were in parties with older couples. All were dressed resplendently. Many of the men had on tuxedos and all of the women were in dazzling gowns. Linda felt out of place and nudged Joey, telling him that they had better leave. There was no way he could afford such a meal. Joey politely told her that they were staying, but to assuage Linda's guilt, they would try to order something on the cheap side of the menu, not that anything was cheap. He reminded her that the dinner was not all pleasure and his major reason for coming was to see what he could about the dolcette meat being served, especially the prime sexual areas of the dolcettes.

Everyone knew that the prices for those parts were enormous but Joey wanted to know exactly how enormous and if they were served in any special way.

Linda took to that reminder of the purpose of the visit, with a vengeance and it became the raison d'etre for being in the dining room. She no longer had the luxury of being nervous or feeling out of place, she had an important job to do and if she could enjoy herself while doing it, so much the better.

She insisted that the couple move closer together and make like star struck lovers celebrating a betrothal or some such thing, so that they could compare observations all the way through dinner.

The couple first perused the menu. Joey's eye immediately sought the listing of entrées.

He wanted to know what the prices of cunt filets and breast meat dishes were.

A prime “fille mignon”, the restaurant name for the cunt steak was $200; not bad Joe thought, until he noticed that he had missed a zero. $2,000. Who would pay that for a meal? He knew he would have to check to see how many patrons would order that delectable piece of dolcette anatomy. The breasts were a bargain at $1,000 each. And, the asses, rump roast or steaks seemed to average about $500 each. The cuts from the thighs seemed to be around the $500 price, also; but it was hard to tell because the girl meat from those areas was cut into steaks or cutlets; or processed in other ways before being cooked. Joey knew he would have to get a better idea of the raw state value of those cuts for his assessment.

Just then a waiter broke Joey's concentration. The waiter had come by to take their order for drinks, asking if they would like something to drink, before the live spitting of the dolcette. Both Joey and Linda ordered mineral water thinking that it had to be the cheapest drink on the menu and the waiter would, merely, think that they weren't drinkers.

Joey had done some leg work and picked a dining room that offered live spit roasted dolcette and, by advanced order, live oven roasted dolcette, “Your choice, a fully live dolcette selected from our own, on-site holding pen, prepared to you wishes”.

The couple had made sure to arrive early enough to watch the live spitting and the long leisurely roasting of the girl meat

A curtain opened revealing a brightly lighted kitchen enclosure. There was a cart in the middle of the room that Joey recognized a portable spitting machine. He had seen demonstrations of them being used, in college. A young dolcette was led onto the kitchen enclosure on leash. The dolcette was a cute blonde of about nineteen years old. Her hair was straight and shiny, hanging down her back. Her body was shapely, maybe a touch overweight with big round, plump, soft looking breasts that sagged slightly. Her waist was narrower than one might have thought with some small rolls of flab. The waist was accented by wide round hips. As Joey zeroed in on the face, he saw that the golden hair framed a beautiful oval face; innocent with slightly chubby cheeks and bright blue eyes, a cherub's face. The angelic face had a dazed look on it

The dolcette was paraded in front of the display window, stopping in the middle to turn and face the dining room, curtsey, do a slow spin, and curtsey again.

Then a cook toweled her whole body with damp towels in sensuous manner, paying extra attention to the breasts, the cheeks of the ass, the inner thighs and the pussy. As a final gesture he pleasured the dolcette's vagina for a while with a bright silver dildo. The dolcette arched her back in pleasure and gyrated up and down on the dildo. Then, the dolcette was led to behind the cart. Joey noticed that while being paraded, the little dolcette beauty rubbed her pussy two or three times. Two men in cooks' whites lifted the little thing and secured the dolcette into place, atop the cart. Her ass was high in the air and her back sloped down to the front end of the cart with her blonde haired head resting on an edge at the front of the cart. She was secured in that position. A cook gutted the dolcette and Joey could see the poor little thing was in great pain.

Joey picked his commentary to Linda; “The guts were removed leaving the heart and lungs whole. A stuffing of some kind is used to fill the body cavity and stop bleeding.

A cook is stitching the slit up with cooking twine and adding a special tape made from dolcette skin to cover the stitches and make the wound harder to see. They like the untouched belly illusion.

The pole is now being inserted into the anus.

It's being pushed through the body cavity. They use a fiber optic camera on the tip of the pole to guide them through the body cavity and past the heart and lungs. If the heart is pierced the dolcette will die immediately and if the lungs are nicked, the dolcette won't last as long on the spit.

That cook is adjusting the head, to line the mouth up with the tip of the pole and the tip should pop out any second.

There it's out.

The pole has some air holes or something to provide air.”

The spitted girl was wheeled, on the cart, through the dining room to the roasting barbeque, as the patrons applauded politely. The dolcette was attached to the rotisserie and left to cook. A murmur spread from the area around the roasting oven that the dolcettes eyes were blinking.

Linda noticed the second menu and opened it, assuming it was a drinks listing, but instead there was a picture of the pretty blonde dolcette and the prices for her girl meat cuts.

Linda pointed to Joey the notation “Market Price” beside the Fille Mignon. There were similar notations beside the listings for Breasts, Rumps and Thigh Steaks. Joey wasn't sure what the notation meant, so when the waiter returned with the drinks, she asked the waiter what it all meant.

The waiter, a bit flummoxed, reacted as if Linda was asking a stupid question. Linda picked up on it immediately. She turned to face the waiter and fluttered her big blue eyes at him, while obviously thrusting her décolleté at his face and with a big smile cooed, “Oh forgive us. Joey just proposed to me and I accepted, of course. But I had him promise to take me to the best restaurant in the city. I have never been here before, but my aunt, she's a VP of Bank America, is always taking about this place, so I had Joey make reservations.

I don't understand some of this menu and I would so like it, if you could explain it to me.

And by the way, we don't want anyone to think were not sophisticated, so could you, you know; give us a nudge if we slip up. You can do that, can't you?” Linda rubbed a finger on the edge of her breast and smiled brightly.

The waiter explained with a huge smile on his face to Linda, ignoring Joey, “The Fille Mignon, Breast, Rump and Thighs are prized, as the finest cuts of meat and in the highest demand. Unfortunately a roaster has only one fille mignon, two breasts, two romps and two thighs. We do not want to insult our customers, so these choice cuts of meat are offered by way of bids. Bids are taken by the waiters, till the dolcette is ready to come off the spit. Current bids can be monitored, by consulting with a waiter. The patron submitting the highest bid receives his choice cut of meat.”

Linda gushed a big smile and thanked the waiter. He left with a big grin.

As the waiter left, Joey thought, ‘Where did she learn that? She had that guy on the tip of her finger. I had better watch myself or I'll be her next victim.'

Linda and Joey speculated on how much the bidding would drive up the prices. Neither of them thought the prices could go much higher than the entrée listings but what would be the point of an auction, if the dining room couldn't get appreciably more. They silently placed finding out, what the choice cuts of girl meat went for, at the top of their list of questions to be answered.

The two also decided that they would spend some money to buy some wine or other alcohol so that Linda could get tipsy, or at least look tipsy, to the waiter, and ratchet up her flirting. Linda thought she could ask outrageous questions and get answers, if she played her cards right. And, she wanted to play.

In the end they decide that Linda would order drinks saying that Joey was a teetotaler but she, sometimes, took a drink. The two would split the drink and Linda would continue ordering and getting tipsy, flirty and become the million stupid question lady.

Linda ordered an aperitif when the waiter returned and continued her flirtatious behavior.

After a few compliments, she had the guy hook, line and sinker. The waiter came over to chat her up, every chance he got. Linda was by far the most beautiful young woman in the room and she was throwing herself at him. The enamored waiter thought. ‘Her boyfriend was a wimp who said nothing and overlooked his fiancée's every action.'

The comment, “Oh Joey can be such a wet blanket sometimes but I guess I love him”, giggled out, was the clincher. The waiter knew Linda was ready to dump Joey, the first time someone better came along. Hell, she probably just agreed to the engagement, just to get Joey to take her here for dinner.

The couple decided to order from the barbeque-roasting pit for dinner. The lesser cuts of meat were about the same as an entrée and if they ordered the inexpensive “Mixed Viands” (mixed meats), probably the left over scraps, they could stay all evening, waiting for the roasting to finish, rightly saying that they were waiting to see the finished product before declaring their choice of cut.

The waiter had no trouble with that order. He was just thankful that he had more time to impress the raven-haired beauty. Linda's attention was drawn to roasting pit, she cooed, “What ever is happening there? Joey and I just decided to order the barbeque and everyone is over there. The menu says it takes three hours to cook the dolcette.”

The waiter explained that the dolcette had expired and the cooks were adjusting the heating elements and protecting some sensitive areas of the carcass to minimize overcooking and charring. Linda used the opportunity to flash a toothy smile, bat her eyes and compliment him on knowing everything.

As the evening progressed, one of Joey's major questions were answered. There was no shortage of patrons being served Fille Mignon or breast dishes. And as far as either he or Linda could make out, dishes made from rump and thigh girl meat, were popular, also. A quick survey confirmed that far from being too pricey, the most expensive cuts of dolcettes were the most popular. Maybe he could get Linda to ask the waiter.

Linda noticed that the breasts and cunt steaks had round tags attached to them with pictures and the two surmised that the pictures were of the dolcettes from whom the girl meat had been harvested. They resolved to get a tag, as they left, if they could. Some of the patrons we pocketing the tags while most simply studied the front and back, and lay them to the side of their plates.

When the waiter arrived with some more water and some free tidbits, he had cajoled a cook into giving him, Linda giggled, “Thank you, ever so much but, I have to watch my figure that's why we haven't ordered more. Everything looks so good and smells delicious, I would like to eat them all up but I have save myself, for the barbeque. Don't you just love barbeque?

Isn't that a cunt steak? Your menu says it's a “Fille Mignon” but I've had cunt steaks before and they look just like one of those, except they were triangular. They look popular. Do you serve a lot of them here?”

The ever-helpful waiter explained, “Yes, the “Fille Mignon” is another name for a cunt steak and it is the most popular item on the menu.”

“And what's second most popular?” Linda continued in a chatty way, appearing as if she didn't care about the answer.

“Breast meat dishes, followed by rump and thigh meat dishes and after that ribs and loin cuts”, was the reply.

Linda apologized for holding the waiter up and beamed another big grin as the waiter left.

Later Linda got a collection of girl meat tags. The waiter explaining that they would be thrown out anyway and if she wanted them, he would get them cleaned a bit and give them to her as a souvenir.

Later in the evening, a large platter was ceremonially wheeled through the room to a large table with about ten people seated. Joey identified it as a whole roasted dolcette. The figure looked like she was lounging. There were no signs of charring or even discoloration. The golden brown skin seemed unblemished, giving the appearance of a dark summer tan, an even, all over tan. But the piece d'resistance was the face. It was beautifully aglow with youth and vigor, presenting the image of a sleeping beauty. Joey torn his eyes away from the vision and focused on the body. The breasts were arranged to thrust out. They were well shaped and looked natural. The legs were spread to reveal the vagina, agape. surrounded by over an engorged labia and clitoris, tastefully displayed around the opening.

Linda went back to work, asking stupid questions and satisfying some real concerns, when the waiter appeared again. This time the waiter freely volunteered as much information as she wanted with a minimum amount of pumping.

The dolcette had been preordered and selected earlier from amongst five kept on hand.

The dolcettes were kept in a room in the back, not in the kitchen.

The dolcette had been cleaned on site and yes she was pleasured.

The dolcette did go into the oven alive, using the same procedure as that used for the spitting.

The dolcette did get a drink, alcohol and some other ingredients, that he didn't know, to calm her down and ease her pain and yes it was, also, designed to make the dolcette very horny.

The dolcette was probably undercooked, a tad, and may be tough, but the patrons had requested that the dolcette be cook to maintain the best visual impression.

The skin was touched up to look unblemished and untorn.

And her pussy was really a creation of the kitchen and not real. ‘Probably not at all like Linda's precious treasure.' Thought the waiter, wistfully.

The waiter was used to twenty questions when an oven-roasted dolcette was wheeled through the room. The presentation was done to create a buzz and the waiters had been told to try to generate interest among the patrons, in hope of more future orders.

He was frank with Linda and still trying to impress her by answering every question, in one way or another, and over answering many.

Finally the spit-roasted dolcette was ready to be served. The golden brown body was plated on to a large silver tray and wheeled into the kitchen. A short time later, waiters bearing plates served the winners of the girl meat auction. The “Fille Mignon”, upon a gold plate. went to an elderly gentleman with two younger men. The mounds of breast meat, on silver plates, went to a couple and a small mature family of four. The serving waiters carved the mounds of white meat and served the patrons. More sliced meats and chunks were served all over the room.

After the preordered cuts of girl meat had been plated and served, the waiters were sent out to take the final orders for the remaining girl meat. Linda's waiter apologized that all of the premium cuts had been taken and most of the fine cuts were also spoken for. In the end, Joey did get their bargain meal of “mixed Viands”.

Linda saw an opportunity get some precious information. She started giggling and chatting. The batting of her eyes increased and she appeared to have adopted a nervous habit of rubbing the bare curve of her ample left breast. She had pulled the V of her dress as far down as she could to reveal the maximum cleavage and even some of her black bra.

“Oh this meat is so good. It's so tender and sweet. The best barbeque I've ever had. Too bad we couldn't have tasted some of the more expensive cuts.

We should have ordered some loin chops or ribs earlier.

But what I really would have liked is some of that breast meat. That dolcette had such nice breasts. A lot better then mine.” Linda grabbed the plunging V and spreading the opening to show her beautiful curves and some more black lacy bra. She thrust her bosom toward Joey. “Hers were nicer than mine. Right?” Joey slunk into his chair, as Linda turned and thrust her bosom at the waiter. “You take a look. You saw the dolcette's tits, up close. Are mine even half as big or nice?” The wise waiter stared intently without saying a word.

“How much did those guys pay for those two tits? Would they pay as much for mine?

How much? Can't say, eh. Probably you don't even know.

Screw the breasts. That dolcette may have had bigger tits than mine but my pussy is the best. Ask Joey he'll tell you.

If that old guy really wanted a treat, he should have bought this.“ Linda grabbed her crotch.

“How much did he pay for her little cunt? Joey will tell you, mine is a treasure. Do you really know how much those parts are worth? I have always dreamt that rich men, no billionaires, would line up, to eat my tits and cunt and pay a treasure for my treasure.

And now I get a chance to see billionaires pay a treasure for a treasure and it's not mine.”

Linda started a drunken sob. “Can you tell me how much my pussy is worth? Please. Joey, go to the Maitre D and find out. This guy doesn't know. I thought he was so nice. Explaining everything. Not making me feel stupid. But he didn't tell us to order better meat and now he won't tell me how much I'm worth.

You always tell me I'm beautiful, but an old dolcette has nicer tits and pussy than me.”

That was enough, who would know if he told the prices paid for the meat. The waiter bent to Linda and whispered, “Your breasts and vagina worth far more than the dolcette's. But to satisfy your curiosity, the cunt steak went for about $3,000 and the breasts sold for about $2,000 each. I would pay double those prices for your magnificent breasts and your treasure.”

Linda beamed back and batted her blue eyes, “I just knew you would.”

Joey and Linda left the restaurant with a lot of the info they wanted. The actual food was only mediocre and had cost them almost $1,000 for the evening, including a large tip for the Linda's bewitched waiter. But, more importantly, Joey's research and conclusions had proven to be true. And in actual fact, Joey had understated the case. There was a huge market for gourmet dolcette meat, but, that girl meat had to be from the most obvious sex parts of the dolcette and there was an overwhelming preference for physically well-endowed dolcettes. A beautiful face was paramount and a more natural body with natural large breasts was important. The ideal dolcette of the fair judges was not a factor.

On the way home Linda giggled, “Joey, where can I get my hair done? Do you think you'll like me as a blonde?

If we're going to continue, I have to get my hair dyed, to continue to be the blonde airhead.

What's our next step?”

The Project Begins

Joey and Linda met the next morning to discuss their next step. They went over the info that they had learned the evening before. It wasn't long before a conclusion was reached.

There was no hidden path.

Beautiful dolcettes with strong sex appeal were the key. If they could get the right stock and put these IT girls on the proper regime of diet and limited exercise, they would have an edge on both the normal and the gourmet specialty dolcette markets. If they could enhance the sexiness and ardor of the dolcettes, that would be a definite advantage, too.

“Gee”, Joey said, “all we need are a million clones of you Linda and we would be on easy street.”

The next obvious steps were for Joey to make sure his father's help would be forth coming and that all was prepared to receive their new look dolcettes. If all went well that would only take a little time and almost no extra funds.

The hard questions were: where could they find their dolcettes and how could they pay for them. A nagging question under-pinned the whole enterprise. Could they identify the right criteria for selecting the dolcettes? Joey had always told Linda that as long as the dolcettes were as beautiful as her, there would be no problem. But when push came to shove, would their eyes for beauty be an adequate final arbitrator. The couple, in the end, decided that there was no real way of answering all their doubts; they had to do what they thought was right and allow ample time for things to develop.

Next financing. Joey was just out of college and only had a couple of thousand dollars; he had been able to save from his part time job on his dad's farm. Linda had about $5,000 she said was for her wedding trousseau but she would risk it. $7,000 would get them one average dolcette. If they were lucky and persistent, the dolcette might even be pretty but both doubted that would be enough to start things off.

Joey would talk to his dad and see if he had some ideas. Joey didn't want to ask his dad for financial help but was willing to consider all other suggestions. Both he and Linda would surf the net to see if any loans were available.

In the end, Joey and his dad worked out a deal. The two would co-buy the first few dolcettes with Joey's dad paying the amount that he would usually pay for a dolcette, purchased from the conversion sales; and Joey would have to pay the rest. In the event Joey gave up on his idea, before the dolcette went to market, Mr. Grant would get sole ownership of the dolcette and Joey would loose his stake. Otherwise, Joey was free to run his show the way that he wanted, without interference. Joey's dad offered to help in any way he could and hoped that Joey would seek him out for advise before going to anyone else. But he reminded Joey that it was Joey's idea and Joey should stick to his guns and give it an honest try.

The bottom line was Joey and Linda could now afford at least one of their super dolcettes. Maybe even two. They were off and running.

The next day Mr. Grant offered some more help. He asked Joey to work fulltime, on the farm, until Joey was too busy with his own dolcettes; and he told Joey to look over his stock, to see if any dolcettes fit the criteria for Joey's super dolcettes. An idea took root; his father's farm would be the first place to look for their candidates. He would inspect the stock of all his father's friends and the neighboring farm looking for dolcettes that met his criteria and offer to buy them at a premium. This would give the farmer a pay cheque, a bit higher than he might have gotten at the auction and save the wear and tear, and inconvenience of a trip to the auction, for the farmer.

Joey ran his new ideas past Linda. “We go out to as many places as we can and make it known that we will pay premium prices for certain dolcettes. We can say, we want them for a special display or a special celebration, what ever will work. If one of us, lets say you, finds a dolcette you like; you phone me to come out and confirm the sale but I examine the whole herd and pick out my choice, independently, with you nowhere in sight. If we both pick the same dolcette, we can discuss making an offer. But you only call me, if you are 100% sure; and my pick also has to impress me 100%.”

Linda agreed

Joey examined his father's herd and, surprisingly, came up with three candidate super dolcettes. He had to admit to himself that they were not one hundred per-centers but they were on hand and they were all cute.

Linda came over and Joey told Linda to examine the herd and see if she could find some candidates. She came empty handed. When Joey told her that his examination had turned up three dolcettes, she agreed to look again and this time she produced three dolcettes. Two were the same: a petite blonde with blue eyes and an oval innocent baby face and a vivacious brunette with long chestnut brown hair, a slim waist, huge breasts and a wide ass; a brown haired Barbie doll.

The two talked and Linda said that the two had potential. They were both very cute but, for her, they lacked the IT quality. In short, they were cutie pixies not sex goddesses. But she could be wrong. The two were had beautiful faces especially the brunette but her body was all wrong. This dolcette could win blue ribbons at the fair but she was not the dish for the roasting pan at the dining room.

Upon reflection, Joey agreed. But another idea came to mind. Perhaps his father would agree to let him start his project with these two dolcettes. He could put them on different feed and exercise to see if he could alter the body parameters, a bit closer to what he saw on the restaurant dolcettes. This would indicate how malleable the dolcettes' bodies were to unobtrusive methods of feeding and exercise, without reducing the market value of the dolcettes, significantly. Linda piped in that she could work with these more common dolcettes and see if she could make them sexier. Improve posture, teach them care of themselves a bit, groom their hair, what ever. She pointed out that if they could take attractive dolcettes and turn them into their super dolcettes that would be easier and more profitable. There were only so many super beauties and demand for them would always be high, whether they were women or dolcettes. But, there was an abundant crop of cuties coming to maturity every day.

Joey got his dad to agree to let he and Linda use the two dolcettes, to see if they could be made more valuable when they went to market.

The Project

Linda and Joey set off to find their super dolcettes, but things did not go as smoothly as Joey's business plan was laid out. The couple found that, indeed most of the farmers had at least one or two dolcettes that would fit their criteria to some degree, not one hundred per cent but close. But these farmers usually knew where, or how to sell these dolcettes to get premium prices, without going to the auctions. There was already a network of buyers on the look out for special dolcettes, for the premium market.

However there were two developments that favoured Joey and Linda.

First, Joey found that he could make changes to the body characteristics of the dolcettes, with changes in feed and exercise. He was in fact reversing a lot of the fattening traits that his father and others thought the market dictated. The breasts could be made to look softer and more natural. Exercise routines could be used, to make them appear not to sag and stand higher on the bosom. The cheeks of the ass could be made fleshier or the muscle tone adjusted using exercise. Waists could be somewhat adjusted.

Linda found that she could make the dolcettes look more attractive by training them to have good posture. They would look taller and the breasts would stand up and out more showily. Proper grooming would also go a long way to making the dolcettes more attractive. In the end Linda realized that the more she could instill a feeling of humanness and pride, in one's appearance, the more likely the dolcettes were to try to enhance their appearances, themselves. She had, but, to give them the means and encourage them. Linda was to a large degree reversing to conditioning process and turning the conversion meat girls back into pretty girls trying to look as pretty and attractive as they could.

The couple did find one or two dolcettes that they seriously contemplated buying at premium prices but, in the end, the couple declined. The dolcettes were almost at auction stage and the prices demanded by the farmers were about what Joey thought one of their super dolcettes would bring. So they would be doing a lot of extra work, making body adjustments, for very little profit. The dolcettes met, even, Linda's eye for beauty but did not meet Joey's conceptualization of what the bodies should look like. And Joey knew the premium market would snatch up the dolcettes, based on their beautiful faces alone.

So the business plan was rethought. They would acquire the prettiest dolcettes they could and Linda would teach them how to be beautiful, and give them the tools to maximize their attractiveness. Joey would sculpt the dolcettes body to the natural look, he thought the gourmet market craved.

Linda and Joey would spend more time learning the market and finding out if there was a niche for the dolcettes, they were producing and the best way to market their product.

Gradually. The couple found that the gourmet market was very variable. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”, the saying goes and everyone had his or her concept of feminine beauty. They found that there were four or five small auctions where many buyers got together with farmers that had a proven track record of being able to supply dolcettes that met their needs and that there was, indeed, a network of buyers looking to stock their exclusive restaurants.

After a while Joey and Linda got to know who would buy what kind of dolcette. There was a market for cute young dolcettes, the dolcettes didn't have to be world-class beauties but finding or creating an ultra beauty was like winning the lottery, for the couple.

Joey's initial assessment was right, physical beauty was paramount but body characteristics were less important as long as the overall impression was attractive. Or as Joey put it, as long as the buyer got a hard on or a wet pussy from seeing the dolcette.

In time, Joey gained a reputation for his first class dolcettes and at auction; his dolcettes often commanded the highest prices. Buyers came to him and he found that they would pay top dollar for his stock, on the spot.

Joey wouldn't win many blue ribbons at the state fairs but this dolcettes were all blue ribbon on the gourmet market.

Mr. Grant converted to Joey methods and was enjoying success. His success was not as spectacular as Joey and Linda's. For one thing he had no Linda, and his biases were for old methods, not innovation.

The State Fair

Joey and Linda were off to the state fair. They were like kids again when it came to the rides and the candy floss. Joey entered two dolcettes in the top show category.

One was a doe eyed brunette, a meat girl Bambi, with big brown eyes and long chestnut brown hair that came alive with glistening colours in the sunlight. She had a smallish demure body, with average but shapely conical breasts that ended in big pinkish nipples pointing slightly outwards. Her body was of the epitome of a little Bambi, too. In fact Linda always referred to the cutie as Bambi.

The other was slim blonde with long wavy hair that fell to her shoulders, rich, full and luxuriant. She had a lean slim body with prominent breasts and little brown nipples.

Her stomach was flat and well tone and her ass was a fleshy but taut. She had the demeanor of an athletic cheerleader. Joey brought her to the show for the judges.

The little blonde finished third in her category and Bambi finished out of the money.

But Joey got the highest offers, at the auction, for little cutie Bambi.

Joey wasn't interested in the livestock displays or the government info on dolcette farming techniques. The third class ribbon for the blonde cheerleader and the offers for Bambi told him all he had to know.

Joey was mainly interest in the technology side. The items that piqued his interest the most were a massager and a state of the live dolcette spitter.

The massager was a heavy-duty vibrator, to be used on large muscle masses, not the kind to used up the love tunnel. It was designed to keep the muscles supple rather than taut and toned. Leading to more tender flesh at the expense of limiting the dolcette's mobility.

The literature promised that use of the massager along with keeping the dolcette bed ridden would ensure the most tender thigh and rump girl meat. The recommended techniques were somewhat based on methodology used on Kobe beef farms in Japan.

Joey thought he would look into the massager and Kobe beef rearing methods.

Joey ambled over to join the crowd for the demonstration of the portable live dolcette-spitting machine.

The announcer began his spiel, “This, ladies and gentlemen, is an automatic live dolcette spitting machine that anyone can use at home.

With this machine you can prepare a dolcette for your backyard barbeque or roasting pit.

And the dolcette can be put on the rotisserie, fully spited and still alive, so that you can enjoy the intensified flavour and sweetness live roasting brings to the table, just like the expensive gourmet restaurants.

We will now show you how easy it is to spit a dolcette. Our dolcette will be put on to roast, in the food services area, after our demonstration has been completed so that you can all enjoy the barbeque girl meat, later.”

A docile dolcette was led on stage by a collar leash. The dolcette was a brunette, about twenty years old. Not as pretty as Joey's dolcettes, very average looks. Her body had the typical farmed dolcette hourglass shape with slightly oversized breasts, a toned narrow waist and a wide toned ass. Joey thought that she would be comparable to his ribbon winner. The judges would like her body characteristics and shape.

The leashed dolcette was held, as a helper toweled the body in a businesslike manner with a damp cloth. They even pleasured the dolcette, with a dildo explaining that the gourmet restaurants pleasured their dolcettes, just prior to spitting, to enhance the flavor of the meat. Then the dolcette was strapped into place with her ass in the air and her head sloping to the front edge of the spitting cart.

The barker explained, “Now a the body is being secure into proper position and secured.

The auto-gutting feature is adjusted to the proper location so that the incision will be made from the lower rib cage area to just below the belly button.

Now with chute pushed right up, the dolcette can be auto gutted and we don't even see the intestine being cut out.

At this point you can remove the gutting feature and stuff the dolcette with your favorite stuffing and close the body cavity with skewers that are provided.

Now the actual spitting. Unfortunately there is no way for the machine to do the spitting entirely automatically.

This next part does need some care and practice.

A hollow rod is being pushed into the mouth of the dolcette. Using a fiber optic camera, our cook is guiding the tube past the heart and lungs so that these organs are undamaged. Our accompanying video will show you how to do this.

Now the spitting pole is inserted into vaginal opening or the anal opening and using the fiber optic picture. The cook will push the pole through the body cavity and through the hollow tube. The tube is removed after the spitting pole exits the mouth, and the dolcette is spitted. Ready for the rotisserie. The tube and pole have aeration holes so that the dolcette can breath.

The cooks will now demonstrate on our little dolcette.”

The demonstration proceeded. The dolcette was readied for her gutting. An attentive eye might have seen a grimace on the face and movements of the body. But the dolcette was held firmly in place.

However when the spit was thrust into her vagina, the dolcette seemed to awaken from her revelry and she could feel all the pain assaulting her body. The dolcette freaked and thrashed wildly, knocking over the cart. The spitting pole got caught on “auto pump” and began thrusting in and out deeply into the body cavity. The dolcette was screaming at the top of her lungs, a pitiful wail of pain, approaching madness. The pole was dicing the remaining organs in the body cavity, so the screaming was accompanied by blood spattering everywhere. This continued until the poor dolcette bled to death.

‘The spitting machine needs a bit of work', thought Joey with a smirk, as he walked away. The dolcette was cleaned up and the spitting completed. The few remaining spectators were offered free tickets for the cook out and those that did use their tickets enjoyed the girl meat.

The Processing Plant

At the fair, Joey met an old friend from his college day. The friend now was working at a meat girl processing plant and invited Joey to tour the facility. As an inducement, his friend mentioned that Joey could probably get a free cunt steak, breast or other cut, if he came. Joey had never had a cunt steak or “Fille Mignon” and that succulent bit of girl meat carried a certain cache after the dinner, at the exclusive restaurant, he and Linda had had. So Joey accepted the offer.

The building looked like a girl meat processing plant. Shiny metal siding, boxy and sterile. Joey had Jack called down to meet him and the tour began. As a manager Jack had free reign of the plant and could pretty much do as he wished. He described the layout of the plant and the areas he thought Joey would be most interested in.

“Since your time is limited, I thought we should hit the intake shipping area, the sorting and grading of the meat section and execution area first and then branch out to what interests you, if we have time.”

Joey asked about the execution area and Jack explained. “We process the low end dolcette and criminal meat girls here. The females that commit felonies and capital crimes are sent here. That way their meat can be immediately processed and shipped out.

When were there, I can point out the different categories and how we deal with them and process the girl meat.”

“Let's go to intake.”

Joey was led to a large room and saw a group of females being herded in, motivated to move by tall muscular women carrying stun guns and Billy clubs. Jack explained. “A shipment just came in.” And looking at a clipboard Jack continued, “These are culls from the conversion plants and some convicted felons, brought for execution. All of them are to be hung. The method of execution proscribed by the court for felons and uncooperative conversion candidates. Their meat will be harvested here and pretty much go to the domestic market.”

And to Joey's inquiry about the women guards, “Oh the Amazons. I'm surprised you haven't come across that term before. The dolcette industry has, by and large, had a preference for female guards. The guards are chosen for their strength and toughness hence Amazons, like the legends. Some are really nasty ladies and I swear most are lesbian.”

Half the females were nude; obviously the culls and half were dressed in casual clothes.

The clothed females were forced to undress. Joey focused on that group. Some of the females were shy and the Amazons ended up tearing garments from screaming and shrieking young women. With the clothes off, Joey examined about forty naked bodies. The girls looked to be between eighteen and twenty-five, prime dolcette ages.

They were a variety of body shapes and sizes, running a gamut of hair colour, skin colour, height, weight, etc. The only commonality was that they were all young and they were all female and, probably, they were all scared.

Joey's eyes danced over the group, focusing on three or four beauties. One was a tall, slim blonde with a classic Nordic face. She had largish breasts for her slim body.

A brunette with a pixie like face and a small short body with all right curves in the right places. An Asian girl with an angelic face and a slim big breasted body. And, another blonde with bright blue eyes and a round sensuous face with big lips and a pert up turned nose.

There were some other very pretty girls but Joey decided to focus on these four as they were processed.

The group was separated into smaller groups of about ten.

The groups were led off, in turn to the showers, to clean up. From the sobbing of some of them and the rubbing of genitals, Joey guessed that the girls had had enemas and douches as part of the process. Body hair especially pubic hair had been removed where necessary. The head hair had also been washed, combed out and dried.

After all the girls had been washed, they were herded into four lines of ten girls each.

A man went along the line, examining the girls intently with his eyes and his hands.

Not a breast or ass was untouched. If a girl objected, an Amazon was there to administer punishment. All the cunts and some asses were fingered, some, Joey could tell, brutally.

The man paid special attention to Joey's sweethearts and the other prettier girls. His pixie and the Nordic blonde were left in tears, along with seven other girls.

Jack invited Joey to examine the girls but Joey declined.

Next the man directed the Amazons to separate the girls into groups.

Joey's four and four other beauties her were put into group one. Joey noticed that two more blondes, a Hispanic and a black girl joined his beauties

The next group Joey mentally nicknamed the body beautifuls. All of then had magnificent bodies with big breasts. There were fourteen of them. Eight were slim and four with barrel waist and fleshy asses. Four had, more or less, average bodies except for the breasts. Joey noted that about half of the girls in group one could have easily made group two, but only one or two of the group two girls was attractive enough for group one.

Group three had the average looking girls with the average bodies and; the final group were the uglies. Group three had eight girls and group four twelve girls.

The beauties were led away, and Jack quipped, “Those are the best lookers. They try to keep then around as long as possible, to enjoy their gifts.

The next group is the bodies. We will take their pictures and tag their premium parts as they are harvested. Those premium cuts can be sold to the more high scale butcher shops, when they have the tag of a pretty girl attached. If the body part is good and the face not so good, we have extra tags of beautiful faces to attach. Oh, as we speak the beauties are, no doubt, having their picture taken.

The other two groups are the leftovers. We'll salvage their cunts and most of the boobs and their ass cheeks are salvageable but we'll probably leave the rest of the torso intact to be sold for final butchering in the shops. The meat for the masses. Still not cheap, but with mad cow, sheep scrappie, swine flu and chicken salmonella running wild, maybe their only meat

I think the executions are about to start. Lets get a closer look.”

Jack and Joe went down to a clear space, where there was a gallows. “Someone decided to do them, four at a time, a long time ago so there are four trap doors but generally what we do these days, is put the girls on stools and kick the stools out. Doing it that way usually takes longer. The girls strangle mostly. But we can get to their pussies and pleasure them, which the butchers almost always insist on.

Six girls were placed on stools and had noses placed on their necks, Joey noticed black markings on the bodies and asked Jack why they were there.

“The butchers mark them on, to indicate the parts that are to be harvested while the girl is still alive. Our customers like to be able to advertise that the girl meat is harvested from living breathing animals, the freshest meat available. The marks show the butchers which cuts to take from each body. As I explained before, some aren't worth harvesting and we do leave quite a few torsos whole, with the limbs removed, for sale as roasters. Some of the shapelier body beautifuls will probably be picked for that.”

The six girls were hanged. Joey noticed that some Amazons were pumping dildos into the cunts as the bodies danced in the air. Then a butcher came by and cut away the designated body parts. The girls were left to asphyxiate and bleed to death for a half hour.

Joey and Jack went on to the next section.

“We can go back and see the body beautifuls get processed if you get turned on by that sort of thing. I think the boys want to save the beauties for a day or two. They're having a stag party and need some entertainment. The girls won't mind. There are cots in the back and plenty of girl meat for everyone. I think some of the boys and the Amazons like to pleasure the meat too. Hey, you can't rape a dolcette and dead criminals tell no tales. They just have to be sure to not break anything or mar the premium meat.”

Jack led Joey to see the carcasses being processed, but after watching some of the uglies being gutted, Joe asked that they move on. Gutting was nothing new to him and a messy affair. The harvesting of girl meat held no interest either. When bugged by his friend for the sudden squeamishness, Joey retorted, “Hey, I'm not squeamish but once you have seen world class dolcette beauties being pleasured and live spitted, an ugly getting hung and having her floppy boobs cut off, just doesn't cut it.”

The two decided that watching carcasses being cut up or even beheaded was a waste of time to, so Jack led Joey back to the gallows area.

Cruel Executions

Jack offered Joey a drink, with a warning, “You better take some fortification. This next little sojourn is an intense adventure in to the arena of pain and cruelty. I'm going to briefly outline what happens here and if you don't want to stick around it's fine with me. I have no choice, it's part of my job.”

“The females here have all been convicted of capital crimes and were sent for execution. The state has labeled these females as threats to society, not just petty miscreants who ran afoul of the law. Between you and me, these gals are political prisoners that the people in power want out of the way. Normally, it would be sufficient to send them for conversion and dope them into oblivion and then harvest them as dolcettes. That way, the trouble of their removal is solved and the cooking of the dolcettes can be done in a showy manner in a gourmet restaurant, to send a warning. But these women are way past the prime dolcette age and to convert them into dolcettes for a showy cook-off, would confuse the poor sheepelles. We are therefore, used as the instrument to get rid of these problems and send a message to any sympathizers. These women are to be terrorized and tortured, brutally, before being executed and their meat will be donated back to their families or colleagues in such a manner that will demonstrate that atrocities of the worst kind were committed on their loved ones, before their deaths. Short of show executions, which the public has never bought, the powers that be, consider this is the clearest way to threaten their enemies.”

“You can stay. We require independent witnesses to view the executions and in fact you would be doing me a favor.”

Joey reluctantly agreed.

“We executed twenty women yesterday and we still have five left. The boys took the opportunity to play with the better-looking ones, over night. A real orgy of sex and violence, from what I hear. But criminals can't be raped. They have no rights and the boys get bonuses for overtime.”

Five beautiful nude women were led in on leash by four Amazons. Joey scanned the group and his eyes lit on a beautiful tall blonde, she was limping a bit and there were bruises over her body especially the groin and breasts. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail and Joey could see her beautiful face. The face was oval, with patrician good looks. There were no bruises of abrasions to mar the classic beauty. Her body was not the classic hourglass figure but more barrel shaped dominated by big D-cup breasts that sagged a little. The nipples were prominent pink mounds that pointed outward. Her waist was thick and her ass was fleshy and round. Her legs and thighs were robust. Joey thought, if you evaluated her body parts she might be considered a frumpy Matron but the overall effect, at least on him, was that the woman was a beauty.

Joey decided the second best looking woman was a brunette with short brown hair highlighted with blonde streaks. She looked to be in her late thirties. Her face reflected grace and sophistication. Her body was slim with well-developed breasts. She had an athletic appearance.

There was a raven-haired beauty that Joey thought could have been Linda's beautiful elder sister or younger version of Linda's mother. Joey didn't want to go there. He thought, ‘She is a real beauty but she really reminds me to much of Linda.'

There was a vivacious Eurasian woman with jet-black hair and dainty features and a slim body with smallish breast and a narrow waist.

The last woman was a petit dainty blonde, who was bent over and had a hard time walking. One of the Amazons was almost dragging her along. When Joey did catch a glimpse of her face, all he saw was pain and suffering.

The women were told that they were to be executed for their crimes against the state and it had been decreed that they be punished, before being hanged. None of them stirred. Joey guessed that they had been threatened with execution so many times that they were numb to the thought.

The five women were hung by their joined hands on a beam and then the Amazons roughly ran their hands over the bodies of the women, pinching and slapping at times until the five women were crying.

Then, one by one, each woman was taken to a post and hung by her hands. The executioner told them that they were to be lashed fifty times each. The Amazons gleefully administered punishment. Joey noticed that all five bodies were slumped as they hung on the beam, after their ordeals. Three of the women including his blonde babe appeared to be unconscious.

The Amazons were called upon to rouse the women back to consciousness. Joey was overwhelmed by the low moans of pain and crying. One or two voices were heard to be begging for mercy and the voice of his blonde was begging to be killed now.

The Amazons were then ordered to pleasure the women and the five women's genitals were assaulted with baseball bat sized dildos for about fifteen minutes. All the women had fainted and were unmoving.

The women were roused again by the Amazons and told that their sentences were to be carried out, one at a time, so that the women could see the deaths of their compatriots. Numbers would be drawn to set the order of execution. The Amazons drew numbers while standing beside each woman. The Eurasian was to die first. The little blonde was second. Joey's blonde was third; then the raven-haired beauty and finally the brunette.

Additional numbers were drawn to assign additional tortures to each victim before her hanging. Jack consulted with Joey, “All of the women must be fucked while they are hanging and a witness, usually, is asked to assist us in this endeavor. I have to ask you if you will fuck one of the women.”

Joey considered. He had an erection already and the drink had loosened his inhibitions and made him very horny. He agreed to fuck the blonde beauty.

The women were positioned on stools with their heads in nooses and with their sexual tormentors standing behind them. Jack was behind the little blonde woman.

An Amazon was behind the brunette.

Then the executioner announced that the Amazons had requested that they be allowed to take a trophy. The executioner said he would allow the Amazons to take the skin of the brunette woman providing that they did not deprive him of the opportunity to carry out his job and execute the prisoner.

The brunette was to be skinned alive then hung.

The Amazons would also be called upon to dislocated all the major joints of the little blonde prior to her hanging.

The Amazons would be called upon to administer a hundred non life-threatening cuts to the body of the Eurasian woman.

The Amazons would be called upon to deal twenty punches to the torso of the Joey's blonde

The Amazons would be called upon to break all the limbs of the raven-haired women.

The pleasurers were entitled to take any meat they wished from their hanging victim, if they desired to do so. Joey could get his cunt steak if he wished.

Dildos were passed out to the pleasurers and each was given a drink.

Then the massacre would begin. One by one, in order, the women would be led to a platform, a noose placed around their necks and their final punishments administered. Then the stools, upon which they were standing, would be kicked away. The pleasurers would do their duty and take their rewards and finally the butchers would be allowed to harvest the meat, they wished. Then the women would be left to die.

After half an hour, a doctor would verify the deaths and the bodies would be removed for gutting and then the remains would be shipped to the families or colleagues for cooking. If proof was not furnished that the corpse had been eaten, by the families and/or colleagues, the family members and/or colleagues would be subject to arrest.

With all the sentences read out and the final explanation of the trials announced, the executions began.

Joey watched in horror as the Amazons tore off wide strips of skin from the screaming woman until a motionless bloody red mess remained. The area was briefly cleaned up and non-slip mats covered the remaining bloody mess. The stool had already been dislodged and the body was swinging. The pleasurer was allowed to place a vibrating dildo into the bloody. No flesh was harvested and the body of what was a beautiful brunette swung in the air.

The Eurasian was taken next. Joey realized that the Eurasian was to have been executed first, but he knew no one cared if the order was not followed.

The woman was given smelling salts to jar her back to consciousness and then horrible screams filled the air as the punishment of 100 cuts was administered. Again the stool had been dislodged and the bloody body swayed in the air. A man fucked the woman with a dildo for about five minutes and then cut off a breast. The butchers cut off the remaining breast, the cunt steak and the ass cheeks.

The little blonde was next. The smelling salts did rouse her but she looked around and was out again. The Amazons went to work pulling on the arms, and legs and dislocating them. There was an eerie silence. Everyone expected screams but the little blonde was either dead or in a coma. Jack fucked her for about five minutes, orgasmed and then cut off the cunt steak. The butchers harvested the remaining sex parts and the body with limbs askew swung in the air.

Joey's victim was next. The Amazons administer the salts bring the beauty to live. She screamed as a clenched fist exploded in to her stomach. As the Amazons counted down the punches, the blonde lost consciousness. Joey noticed blood tricking from her mouth and her unfocused blue eyes were open. He was horny and immediately thrust hard and fast and deep. Then he lost his hard on and began fingering the cunt. Before he knew it his fist was tearing the blonde's cunt apart. Red blood was streaming down the beautie's legs as Joey cut out the cunt steak. He had to be pushed away, as the butchers did their job and Jack pulled him away from the gallows.

The breaking of the raven-haired woman and her execution didn't register on Joey's mind.

Joey came to, on a cot in Jack's office. He had a splitting headache. As the mist dissipated a little bit, Joey recalled the horrors of the night before. He drew himself together to leave.

Jack tried to convince him to rest awhile but Joey was having none of it. In the end, Jack drove Joey home and had someone drive Joey's car, so that Joey wouldn't have to return to the processing plant. When Jack handed Joey the cunt steak, of his blonde beauty, Joey, in great disgust, threw it back.

Preparing The Dolcettes To Go To Market

 Linda and Joey sat amid a group of six beautiful young girls. All the girls were nineteen years old. Two of the beauties were blondes, three brunettes and one with striking red hair. All the hairdos were professional done, in past week. Their faces were lightly touched up with the lips, a dull pink and the cheeks showing a pink subdued blush. The eyebrows were flowery and full. The effect was a natural look. The faces were all fresh and cute. Very cute, with innocence and youth.

The bodies varied quite a bit, from a slim athletic blonde to a plump full figured brunette with large full breasts. But all the breasts were oversized and full, with pink nipples.

The torsos were, on the whole, flat and toned but the striking redhead did have small love handles and plump brunette's stomach did protrude from flat, however the effect of both the bodies was a healthy, robust fullness rather than of fat.

The hips were all wide, even on the slim blonde and on closer inspection; the thighs did appear a bit flabby. The torsos all gleaming from the oils used on the bodies for the girls' daily massage. The six girls were dolcettes on their way to delivery.

Joey went to the athletic blonde and did an inspection of her meat. He weighed the plump breasts and tweaked a nipple drawing a squirt of milk. He tasted the milk and resisted the urge to suck on the large pink engorged nipple, thinking that this dolcette might need to be milked a bit, so that she didn't squirt milk every time her tits were touched, but the milk was warm and sweet. Joey rubbed the torso and weighed the cheeks of the ass. The

thighs were lightly pinched. The vaginal area was gently grabbed and massaged to feel for any abnormal bumps or lumps and the vagina was spread, revealing bright pink walls.

Joey thought, ‘I would love to rub the clit and labia but Linda might not like it.' So he ignored the rest of the genitalia.

As a finish to the examination, Joey looked at the beautiful baby face, framed by the halo of long blonde hair. He had the girl stand and then turn around. He nodded to Linda with a smile. Linda rose and examined the dolcette, also. She spent special attention to the face, making sure that the makeup had been applied properly and was permanent.

Linda checked that the nipples were pink and the stain used on them would not bleed or run. She placed her mouth over each nipple and licked and sucked drawing some more milk.

The vigorous action had created a mouth full of the warm fluid and although Linda liked fresh milk, there was too much, especially since their were ten other tits to examine, so she motioned for the blonde to open her mouth so that Linda could return the milk to its provider. The dolcettes were used to this action and the milk was returned with no incident. Linda did take the final opportunity to kiss the dolcette.

Linda wiped away milk residue and noted that the stain applied to the nipples was permanent.

Linda checked the vagina and surrounding areas and was happy that there was no sign of poorly applied or misapplied stain that her staff had used to brighten the vagina of this dolcette. Linda gave the pretty blonde one more complete scan. Her staff had done their usual expert job on this dolcette. She was ready to go to market. A nod to Joey signified that the dolcette had passed her final inspection.

Joey went to the dolcette and had an Amazon carry the blonde to a cot. The cot was slanted at a forty-five degree angle and faced the rest of the group, so that all could see and hear what was happening. The dolcette was loosely strapped on to the cot.

Joey ran his hands over the beautiful gleaming body and began talking to the docile dolcette.

“Dolcette you have finished being fattening. You are now a grade A roaster. Your meat has been nurtured to perfection so that it will be savory and tender. The pleasuring you had this morning has infused your flesh with tastes of lust and ecstasy. Your soul can rise knowing that you have sated the hunger and passion of many.

“Now I will tell you what your fate will be. I will, first clean your body of any impurities that may have soiled it, on the way to the kitchen.

Then you will be pleasured one final time.

Your stomach will be cut open so that the impure and unwanted parts of your body can be removed. You do not need these parts and removing them will improve your taste.

The opening in your body will be stuffed with an appetizing mixture of herbs and spices and savory vegetables.

A metal pole will be thrust into your vagina like a huge dildo.

Your meat will be taken to a barbeque pit and turned on a rotisserie, till the skin is a golden brown, crisp and flavorful and the flesh tender enough to be cut with a fork.

Your flesh will provide a feast to many. You will be enjoyed and loved by all.”

The little blonde began to sob and squirm. Linda tried to comfort the distresses beauty, “You must focus on the pleasure you can bring to yourself and others.

Feel the hands of the cleaner rubbing you everywhere, the soft sensual touches, the pleasure and maybe a bit of pain, raising your libido.

Focus on the hands massaging your breasts, your ass, your thighs and your womanhood.

Relive the passion you have felt in your loins, feel the climax you can have with a mouth sucking your female nourishment out of your nipples.

And then enjoy your last pleasuring. It is said that the last pleasuring brings the greatest orgasm. Try to willingly achieve that. Focus on the orgasm. It is your last; make it the one that will convulse the inner being of yourself into ecstasy.

The pain of the knife can be your repayment for the pleasure given to you. The pain cleanses your body of vileness and filth. Embrace the cleansing pain. It will soon pass.

The huge dildo entering your sex is a vehicle of pleasure. Ride it to orgasm.

The roasting pit is the altar on which you can offer your flesh and being, to honour your hosts and the flame and heat will carry your womanly essence to peace and freedom.”

The little blonde was gently carried to her seat by an Amazon. Joey inserted the vibrator, the dolcette had earlier chosen as her favorite, into the pink vagina. Linda placed a headset playing the little girl's favorite music over her ears. A drink was offered and accepted and the dolcette was allowed a few moments of peace.

Joey had the vivacious red head taken to the cot next. He went through his routine again but this time it was altered to fit another scenario.

“After your cleaning and pleasuring, you are to be displayed, so that your beauty may be enjoyed by all. Use that time, to thank the adoring eyes upon you.

Through it may seem cruel; your meat will be cut from your body while you are still breathing. Your flesh will satisfy many appetites and your pain will allow many to enjoy your meat, prepared in their favorite manner.”

Linda modified her advice to, ”While all your beautiful assets are impressing the audience and especially when you feel the pain of the knife caressing your body, focus on the pleasuring you have had and the ecstasy.

Will yourself to the climax of your life. Use the foreknowledge of your fate to propel you to pleasure unlike any you have ever known. For any who can do this, her end will result in the ultimate soul satisfying orgasm.”

The next was a brunette with silky chestnut hair that fell softly to her shoulders. Her pixie like delicate features gave her face a mischievous elfin quality. She was trembling as the Amazon put her on the cot. Joey waved off the restraints and softly said. “Linda or I can't really say what will happen to you in the kitchen, but we want to help you get through what ever happens.

It is almost certain that there will be some pain, but as you have learned while pleasuring and being pleasured, not all pain is bad. Often pain can take you to new heights of orgasm. You must make this the case.

Focus on the pleasures of the past and the pleasures that the pain will bring. In the end you will feel no more pain and you will be free. This is your trial. If you can embrace that pain; the pleasure will take you to new heights of ecstasy.”

Linda emphasized what Joey had said to the pixie and when she was returned to her seat, both Joey and Linda could see that she was more relaxed and at ease.

The last blonde, a petite, chubby but dainty cherub was next and responded well to the session. Linda and Joey noticed that the nymphet was rubbing her pussy and quietly humming to her music.

The next dolcette was a favorite of Joey's. She had a very cute innocent baby face, Joey's favorite kind, but her body had been slim and almost featureless. She was the proverbial walking stick, when Joey took her on, as a project and one year later her breasts were full and well shaped and with rouged nipples, the equal to any of the other dolcettes. Her ass was fleshy and soft and the thighs flabby, in the way Joey thought was perfection. Joey had secretly, on a few occasions, sampled her pussy, to chart the progress of its development. He liked the dolcette as one would a returned lost lamb. The dolcette seemed to have numbed herself to all that was happening and let everyone and everything played upon her without any reaction on her part.

The last dolcette was a feisty Hispanic when she first arrived. It was easy to look at her innocent pretty face with the big brown eyes and think that she was a bronzed angel. But she would erupt and cause problems. Joey ended up putting the dolcette on Valium. Her spirit was never the same and she seemed gone, but she was cooperative and fattened nicely. Joey had stepped up the delivery date for her and sold her to Mexican caterer for a special fiesta. She was to be oven roasted as the centerpiece of the feast. Joey hoped she didn't erupt before the dinner or rise up in fury as she was being carved at the table.

The Latin lovely, true to form, showed muted reaction to all that was happening to her and around her.

The dolcettes were allowed to relax for the rest of the morning. At noon they were given a simple meal of some fruit and chocolates. Most ate nothing. They were given a small cup of the potion and sent off for delivery. The Hispanic went to the caterer, The Nordic athletic blonde, the little butterball with the fiery red locks and Joey's brunette went to an exclusive restaurant, called the Hilltop Restaurant. The blonde cherub and the last brunette went to a special auction catering to gourmet butcher shops and restaurants.

Joey and Linda breathed a sigh of relief. Another shipment of dolcettes off to the market.

This time only two would be up for bids. Four had already drawn top dollar and been paid for.

Without another thought of the dolcettes, Joey and Linda started to prepare for the new arrivals that were due that week, and the new challenges that awaited them.