The Mad Butcher

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The Mad Butcher 	

I watched her pass by. I watched her pass by everyday.

I operate a small butcher shop in a small town in South Carolina, 
business isn't great but the view from my window is. I have a nice 
big display cabinet, it faces the customers so that the meat is 
displayed for them, and I can see out.

 	She must see me watching her everyday; she must know what I'm 
thinking. She dresses in cutoff jeans, a halter-top and white tennis 
shoes; the only change in her routine is a different halter-top, or a 
tube top, occasionally.  Her blonde hair is pulled straight back and 
held by a band in a ponytail. She passes by at about 10 am everyday, 
she doesn't alter her routine, just walks slowly by at 10 am 
everyday. I want to run out and grab her and say come in look at my 
meat, buy my meat, take my meat. But, I don't, I simply watch her 
pass by everyday.

 	Last Friday, she stopped in front of the store and looked in, 
the routine was broken, I gave my best smile, motioned for her to 
come in, and she did. "Y'all sell ground beef?" her voice was like 
music, she was local, not a carpetbagger! "Little lady, I could scare 
you up a batch right now." She looked even younger up close, her skin 
was perfect, her small breasts were uplifted, even without a bra, and 
her hips were slim, almost boyish. 


  	"Nah, not right now, just wanted to know, thanks", and with 
that she left the store, my eyes followed her pert little butt, 
enclosed in denim, as she left.

 	Left with the quick impression, my mind built up a fantasy to 
fill in the details.  I saw her look at me, come around the counter 
and say, "My, my you have some nice meat back here too, you should 
put that in the display case!" as she grabs my balls. 


Lost in my imagery I didn't see her return. "You all right Mister" 
she said looking at my glazed eyes and sweaty forehead. "Sure, sure 
Darling' How can old Joe help you? Want that ground beef?" 


"Yessir, that would be fine, about a pound please" I went into the 
back, cut a piece of round and brought it out. "This is the best I 
got Darling'" She moved up on her tiptoes to see over the counter and 
said, "Looks great, could you hurry, I don't want to be late."


She had the package under her arm, gave me a wave and swept out of 
the store. I don't even remember grinding the meat! I have an old 
manual system, don't like those automatic gadgets. I went into the 
back, took the wooden plunger out of the top of the grinder and as I 
cleaned the system, I thought of her cooking the meat. Images of 
hamburger patties on the grill filled my mind and her opening her 
mouth to take that first delicious bite. Juices flowing from the rare 
burger, her wiping her lips with the back of her hand to remove those 
juices from her lips.

The image of those lips opening, her tongue licking her lips, the 
unattainable feel of her body and her slim hips in my hands. It was 
overwhelming. I closed the shop, went into the back and did my best 
to release the unbearable tension that she had caused.


She came in the next day, and the next, each time buying a pound of 
ground beef. I asked her name and she giggled "Martha's my name, but 
everyone calls me Moth, because they say I'm attracted to fire." "Hi 
Moth I replied, live around here"

She told me that she was staying with her mother, they had moved down 
from Macon County, and her mother was working at the new tourist 
restaurant downtown in Charleston. She was off for the summer, just 
taking dance lessons each morning and swimming each afternoon.


I said "Well, be sure and come back." "Be back tomorrow." She replied 
as she adjusted her halter-top.


I was waiting for her. I was nervous and had difficulty breathing, 
but I knew what I had to do. "Hi Joe, more of the same, please." I 
went in the back, brought out the round steak for her approval and 
went into the back; she always smiled and raised her eyes when I 
brought out the steak. I placed the steak on the board, and got the 
old wooden plunger out. I dropped my pants and placed my large penis 
on the board, and looking at her through the one-way mirror, I cut 
off my penis just in front of the band I had placed on it an hour 
ago. 

Trying not to think of the pain, I placed my detached penis into the 
hopper with the ground round and turned the handle to make her ground 
beef. I wrapped it carefully and brought out the package. I was in 
shock, and knew it. She took the package and said, "Joe you didn't 
weight it, how much do I owe you?" I barely got out, "Free today, 
gift for my special customer." With a "Thanks Joe", she went out of 
the store and on her merry way. "See you tomorrow." Were her last 
words as she left.

The next day was lovely, I was sore as hell, but the image of that 
hamburger, and me being a part of her sustained me. She showed up at 
the same time. She had a brilliant smile on her face and said, "Joe 
that was the best ground beef, how about two pounds today!"


I had prepared myself for her; the band around my balls was killing 
them. "Sure sweetheart" I said, "It'll take a few extra minutes, OK" 
She replied, "Don't need to hurry today, got to meet mom and some 
friends at the house at 2, so I've got plenty of time."

I went in the back, watching her with that causal look of youth; I 
put my swollen balls on the block and sliced them neatly from my 
body. The band held, but the shock was still there. I wrapped each 
one in the round steak and made first one then the other of the 
ground beef packages for her.


I came out of the back, walking was difficult, but I had to finish.  
She again flashed that incredible pure southern smile and 
said "Thanks Joe, I must pay for this today, no more freebies!" I 
weighed the packages, and handed them to her, first one then the 
other. She took them and placed them on top of the display case and 
looked at the meats in the case. 

Her eyes were looking at my body through the case, She looked up and 
saw my flushed face, thinking it was a result of her staring she 
smiled sweetly and said, "You've been watching me haven't you?", when 
I just stood there and stared she said, "See you tomorrow Joe."


At this point, I was a total eunuch, I thought that my obsession 
would end but I still couldn't stop from thinking of her.  I thought 
of her grilling up the beef, making the nice little patties, shaping 
them in her hands, then grilling them. I was driving myself crazy.


I thought of not opening, I was very sore, the Elastrator had 
controlled the bleeding  but movement caused pain. She came in the 
same time but her routine was different. Dressed the same, her 
breasts encircled the pointed nipples that were raised by the 
friction with the halter. Her jeans didn't cover much. I didn't have 
anything else to give. "I hope you didn't mind me tying the dog up 
outside, Mom wanted me to take care of him today."

	I looked up and saw a mutt tied to the railing in front of 
the store. I looked back at her and she said, "Everyone just loved 
the burgers last night, I nearly didn't have enough for Rover." I 
turned white, the blood draining from my face; "You didn't eat the 
burgers?" She again flashed that brilliant smile, "Oh no, I never 
touch meat, but I do have a thing for Butchers." Coming around the 
counter she lifted my apron and reached for my balls.