In the future World Female Republic (WFR), Booth, an unreconstructed male is caught 'looking', a serious offence. At the same time, the world is experiencing a meat shortage and Booth finds himself in an unenviable predicament....
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Last night with the Butcher Girls.
In the new Republic, male rights had not only been reduced,
they had gone into free-fall. It seemed every day that new
legislation was introduced to further 'control' males, until it
seemed almost anything could be done to them, legally of course…
The rise of animal rights led to a shortage of meat, and the meat
substitutes were never quite perfected. At the same time, the
frequent death penalties handed out to males for all manner of
offences (usually sexual, even 'looking' could lead to a
termination) led paradoxically to a new source of the much sought
after 'real meat'….
Booth had been an adventurer, a man of the world, his
perfectly toned and fit body had taken him all over the globe. His
lifestyle in which he hardly ever read a newspaper mean't that the
rapid rise of the new World Female Republic (WFR) under the
psychotic man-hater Hilary Clinton had almost taken him by
surprise. He returned to his native London, unaware of the ever
more bizarre restrictions upon male behaviour now in place. Booth
was a man who liked to 'look' - especially at nice female bottoms
in tight trousers - ha was soon arrested and to his complete
disbelief he was sentenced to death as a 'potential' rapist. Booth
was the kind of man who tended to dream, even now he could not
really believe his own predicament. His predicament was serious. He
was to be executed and his meat served in an exclusive London
restaurant in honour of an 18 year old girls birthday Party. He
knew all of this as his guard had enjoyed telling him in the prison
van on the way there. He knew that it was an exclusive family
affair - a wealthy family had block-booked the whole restaurant;
involving only the girl's two elder sisters and her mother and an
aunts. What Booth did not know was that he was actually on his way
to the restaurant itself to be executed there - the freshness of
meat was highly prized in the best restaurants of the new Republic.
Booth was staggered when he was led naked out of the van into
the back of what was clearly a restaurant. Two shapely young women
in butcher aprons smiled at the door as he was led out of the van
by the guards, his quite hefty cock swinging in full view to his
utter humiliation. The butcher girls knew the drill, the man was a
dangerous sex offender and the guards would not leave until the man
was safely strapped onto the butcher block, which also doubled as a
trolley. The girls strapped the man onto the block so that he was
spread-eagled, placed a ball gag in his mouth, and showed the
guards to the door. It was obvious the guards wanted to see the
girls 'finish him' and go to work on him - but the butcher girls,
the black haired Katrin and the sylph-like red-head Megan were
working against the clock. The guests would soon be here and there
was work to be done.
They began by washing the man down and then shaving his body
hair - including his groin. Megan held his cock aloft as Katrin
shaved around his balls and cock. Booth had not had sexual relief
for some time, despite his situation, or perhaps because of it -
the almost inevitable happened and his large penis began to engorge
with blood. "Ooooh!!", cooed Katrin as she expertly moved the razor
around his cock and balls. "Mind you don't cut it off - yet!",
retorted Megan, as she watched his cock come to a full throbbing
erection between her grasping fingers. Katrin mischievously played
the razor around the root of the now solid shaft, "Should make a
nice hot-dog, eh Megan! Ketchup or Mustard?!" The women giggled and
laughed aloud as the banter continued. All the while, Booth's
erection was pulled around by Megan's coarsely teasing hand.
Once the shaving was done, Katrin turned about and headed for
a table at the edge of the kitchen. As she walked across the room
Booth noticed that she was virtually naked beneath her apron! She
appeared to be wearing a thong of some kind, which disappeared into
the crack of her full and shapely bottom - and simple gym-style
shoes on her feet. She reached for a long bladed knife, hanging on
the wall above the table. Booth looked down to the ground and
noticed channels in the floor - blood channels? "Christ!", thought
Booth. His time really had come, yet it was all still so unreal,
like a bad dream - as his brain put up it's last defence mechanism
in the face of certain death. All the while Megan played with his
cock, keeping it hard. "Pity to waste such a nice big erection, eh
Katrin?", she said, sounding genuinely disappointed. "Let's have a
laugh." Megan squeezed the root of his cock, making it go still
harder and waggled it obscenely. She was also ensuring the big hard
on did not go down. Katrin approached with her knife, her firm
breasts bulging at the top of her apron - cruel thoughts cascading
through her mind as she eyed the rock hard erection and it's
bulging plum. "Shall we cut the sausage off first!", she teased,
amazed at the man's randiness considering his situation.
Megan continued, "How about seeing if he can make some
mayonnaise first?" as she continued to jack him with her
insistently pumping hand. Katrin wondered if she should fetch a hot
dog bread roll to put his cock in, then dismissed the thought -
they didn't have all night. 'Could he come?', Katrin wondered
incredulously, she certainly wasn't going to wait. Perhaps he was
some kind of S & M fetishist….. No matter, he had to be prepared
for the oven and she might as well start with his cock, whether it
was erect or not. A big erect cock would just give her more to hang
on to while she cut it off. Megan kept pumping, even as Katrin's
knife moved in start it's work. Just then the kitchen door swung
open and a large matronly woman in her forties burst in. Megan's
hand flew away from the hard cock as if it were red hot and she
positioned herself in the way so that Mrs Turner the main Chef
couldn't see what they had been doing. "Goodness girls, am I in
time - they've arrived early and Mrs Briggs wants her daughter to
make the kill - out in the restaurant - come on girls - we've
another sitting tonight - let's get him out there and have done
with it. Then we'll wheel him straight back in and get him in the
oven. Come on!"
Katrin and Megan looked at each other sheepishly, shrugged
and then pushed the trolley block towards the swing doors which led
into the restaurant - as Mrs Turner swept on ahead. The girls both
hoped the man's cock would go down to avoid any trouble. "Come on
girls, come on…" Mrs Turner allowed no time for respite. The lights
of the restaurant shone brightly onto the trio of women and their
tightly bound man-meat on his butcher-block trolley. Katrin and
Megan chose not to look at him, they looked ahead to the table in
the centre of the restaurant, around which sat five expectant
women, their ages ranging from 18 to 45. They had already started
the wine. The 18 year old was the first to spot the man's still
rampant sexual excitement, it wasn't difficult - Booth was a full 8
1/2 inches in erection. The scantily clad girl stood and gasped as
they arrived at the table, "Mother!" she exclaimed involuntarily.
Her delight was obvious. Mrs Turner swung round and noticed for the
first time. Her initial surprise was quickly replaced by quick
professional response. "Good grief ladies, I think it's his nerves -
it does happen in some males. Would you like us to return to the
kitchen and deal with it?" She tried to appear matter-of-fact,
though was acutely aware it could cause offence. In her mind, she
quickly mulled over what she would do to get rid of the erection -
probably a vicious squeezing of his balls as soon as she was in the
kitchen, and perhaps a few very hard strikes across the thick shaft
with a kitchen spatula to help it along.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the mother of the girl, an
attractive 43 year old woman, a wealthy and influential member of
the new society. "Don't worry about that Mrs Turner, it's time my
daughter saw the lustful object that drives so many men to
despicable crimes. We'll deal with his lustfulness ourselves!" She
turned to her daughter, "Angela, take the knife from the butcher
girl there, I want you to cut that 'John Thomas' off him - for all
we know he may have raped girls of your age with it." She paused
briefly. "But first take off your dress girl, that cost me a small
fortune." The girl was clearly embarrassed and started to
blush. "Don't be silly girl! We're all girls together here. If
you're that embarrassed, we'll join you. Come on ladies!" With
that, first the mother and then the girl's 45 year old Aunt and her
two older sisters started to unzip their dresses and placed them
carefully on an adjacent table. The girl soon followed to reveal an
athletic young figure covered now only by a skimpy white bra and
some equally skimpy white knickers which were almost a thong. The
butcher girls locked off the trolley wheels and pulled out some
steel trays near the base, they were designed to catch the blood
and channel it cleverly into a receptacle underneath the block. The
girl's mother mercilessly goaded her daughter. "Go on girl, get
hold of it, it won't bite!" Her female relatives sniggered, whilst
the butcher girls Megan and Katrin breathed a quiet sigh of relief
that their indiscretion of teasing the males penis had been
forgotten.
Booth could see the girl's figure as she approached him,
bizarrely his cock would not go down despite his fear. She grasped
it, it felt good, strong but silky skinned. She pulled it towards
her, it resisted her, she pulled some more - Booth groaned. Mrs
Briggs, the girls mother, was enjoying herself. "Just a minute
girl, you don't want to do it like that. Get up on the trolley and
get a proper grip of it." She called to her eldest daughter,
herself only 23 years old, "Belinda, lend a hand would you."
Belinda, wearing a stunning set of black underwear sauntered over,
much to her still seated sister's jealousy. Angela gingerly climbed
onto the low trolley while her mother instructed her to straddle
the man's chest. Booth was treated to an eyeful of her femininity
as she did so - her almost naked pert round bottom and her thong-
like knickers allowing him to briefly see her exposed (and excited)
vaginal lips pouting either side of the thong. Mr Briggs instructed
her older daughter Belinda to pull on the man's balls, reminding
her that "We'll have those next Belinda."
Angela was moving the now incredibly even harder erection
this way and that as she nervously gripped the knife, wondering
what to do next. Her mother interjected, "I'll hold onto that
Angela, you get ready with the knife." Mrs Briggs grabbed the
erection and moved it around whilst subtly pumping it, her large
brassiered breasts bouncing gently as she did so. Angela naively
wondered what she was doing. The cock seemed to be pointing at her,
the other ladies secretly smirked. Booth's senses were inflamed,
his brain boiled with the lust of a man beyond caring about
anything except the sensations in his cock. All around him he could
see, feel or smell female flesh and excitement. The women were
abandoned now, crowding in, wanting to see the big cock and the
knife in Angela's hand. "Gnnnnnn!", Booth grunted through his ball
gag. Mrs Briggs pointed the solid cock mischievously at her
daughters virginal young breasts moments before Booth's violently
erect cock squirted a great thick loop of sperm up onto the girls
pert breasts. Her mother reacted instantly, spurring her daughter
out of her momentary shock. "Go on girl, cut it, cut it off!" Mrs
Briggs dug her fingers into the thick pulsing shaft and pulled it
towards her daughter even as another great gout of sperm jerked out
onto her daughter's belly and knickered crotch. Angela's mouth was
set with determination as she began cutting into the base of the
thick shaft even while the man was still ejaculating. The man's
body bucked and quivered as though he were being electrocuted as
Angela applied the knife to his manly parts. The women were amazed
to see the cock still pulsing and hard as it came away, and blood
and briefly sperm pulse from the root of where the cock had been.
His big hefty balls were soon severed and came away into Belinda's
eagerly waiting hand.
Hoots of semi-drunken laughter, clapping and ribald comments
rang throughout the restaurant as Booth slipped into oblivion. The
Butcher girls moved in and made sure the 'meat' was fully killed.
The still quivering corpse was wheeled back to the kitchen for
cooking, along with his severed manhood which was to be prepared as
an hors d'ouvre strictly for the birthday girl's pleasure…..