The following is a fantasy with adult themes of cannibalism for
mature readers only.  If you are underage or graphic and sexual
themes bother you, then please don't read.

A Good Wife.
By DX

Copyrighted 1997

     Jackie clutched her number, letting the woman behind her in
line go ahead of her.  She watched the butchers working, timing
their progress so that it would be Brenda to wait on her.  The
women behind the glass counter, their smocks stained with blood
raised and dropped their cleavers with blinding speed, severing
bone and sinew with clean, crisp cuts.  Jackie wondered what it
would feel like lying on the cold butcher's block.
     She would soon know.
     She fished the letter out of her purse and read it again.
She felt the raised watermark on her fingers, the embossed print.
The medical tests were final and official.  She was barren.  Her
chances of carrying a child to term were non-existent.
     "What'll it be today?"  Brenda smiled, calling her over.
"We have some fine cuts of veal."
     Jackie didn't bother to look.  "Can we talk?"  She
whispered.
     Brenda looked confused.  "Sure."  She whispered, not knowing
why.  "Come on back."
     As Jackie walked to the end of the counter, she eyed the
cuts of meat wondering if they were anyone she knew.  She had
mixed emotions that day in high school as she stood next to
Brenda and all the other girls crowding around to read the posted
results.  The smartest girls got careers, next went vocational,
then service and then meat.  Although Jackie was meat, she also
tested as fertile, a rare trait these days, and she tested high
enough so that she wouldn't simply be cattle.  She was sold to a
loving husband, with hopes to bear his children.  Hopes that
dashed with the arrival of the letter that said there had been an
error in her first test and subsequent testing were not positive.
     Brenda lead her to the back room.  "So what's with all the
whispering?"  Brenda whispered.
     Jackie showed her the letter.  "I need a favor."
     Brenda read the letter slowly, her lips moving as she did.
Jackie jumped to the gist.  "I can't have kids."  Brenda looked
confused, not understanding.  "I'm useless as a wife and Brain
won't take me back to the agency."
     "Why not?"
     "The clod loves me."  She moaned, loving him for it.  "But
the problem is we can't afford to get another wife.  We can't
even afford me.  And Brain wants a son so badly."
     "That and the government check."  Brenda pointed out knowing
about the government subsidies for any household rasing a male
child.  An important fact in a world where women out numbered the
males 21 to 4.
     The planet could not support its 9.5 billion residents.  The
oceans were dead, polluted beyond recovery.  The topsoil blown
away, because of over development and excessive farming.
Agricultural terrorists took care of what was left leaving
billions of people with only one thing to eat.
     Believing that men were the root of all problems, feminist
radicals released a virus into the air that killed only men and
made births of male children next to impossible.
     Women ruled the world and the only way to quell the
starving, riotous population was to eat them.  Women became
cattle, milked and breed and slaughtered.
     "Here's my plan."  Jackie confided.  "I'm going to save all
of our food allowance until I have enough to buy Brian a new
wife."
     Brenda's brow furrowed as she thought.  "But then, if you
don't buy food, what will you eat?"
     Jackie lifted the hem of her skirt showing her long, shapely
leg.  "I need you to do me a favor..."
     "You can't be serious!"  Brenda gasped.
     "Brian needs a wife to take care of him and bear him a son.
I will take care of him until the new wife arrives to bear him a
son."
     Brenda ran the plan though her mind.  "You mean you want to
do this in parts?"
     "I know you can do it.  You're the best butcher in the county.
You can make me last long enough so that Brian won't be alone
before the new wife arrives.  He can't care for himself, its
illegal."
     "But Jackie..."  Brenda protested.  "I'm not that good.  A
new fertile wife costs so much.  Its impossible!"
     "Then get me as close as you can.  Brenda, I'm meat.  If
Brian sent me back I'd only end up here.  It's all I'm qualified
for.  I want to see Brian get a new wife.  I want to give him
something special for being the guy he is."
     Brenda chewed her lip.  "Okay."  She agreed reluctantly.
"Wait here.  We close in a half hour, we can do it then."
     Jackie felt tears welling in her eyes.  "Thank you."
     Brenda turned away, plodding back to her counter as Jackie
found herself a seat.  Jackie stared down at her legs.
Beautiful, shapely twins.  She drew an imaginary line a few
inches above her right knee.
     "Excuse me, Ma'am?"
     Jackie was startled by the little voice calling to her.  She
looked up, surprised to see a wall of women, fresh from their
graduation.  They were naked, bound at the feet and wrists with a
leash about their necks to hold them against the wall.  They
huddled together not for cold, but for shame.
     Jackie suddenly realized the although she had been a wife
for only a short time, she had come to regard the meat as
inanimate objects.  For one to address her was not only illegal,
but really weird.
     "Excuse me."  The dark haired girl at the end spoke.  "I
couldn't help but over hear.  Your really going to have yourself
cut up slowly?  I mean, you don't have to."
     "I love my husband."  Was Jackie's only defence.
     The girls looked at one another silently, shamefully.  They
didn't want to die, but seeing Jackie's sacrifice shamed them.
     Brenda returned leading in a customer.  The girls unbunched
themselves, presenting their bodies for display.  The dark hair
on the end was chosen.
     Brenda took the rope from her neck.  "All right now, you be
a big girl and go easy."
     The girl nodded, fighting her fear to show her pride, her
honor be meat, to serve others.  "No Ma'am."  She said.
     "No talking now."  Brenda reminded the girl of the rules.
Holding her arm, Brenda lead her over to the guillotine.  Her
feet still tied, the girl shuffled forward, kneeling and
stretching her neck out over the cradle.  She looked back at
Jackie, her face wet with tears and her smile trembling.  "Good
luck, Ma'am."  Her voice was nothing more than a squeak.
     "And to you."  Jackie whispered as Brenda moved the girl's
hair out of the way and locked the stock in place.  Stepping
behind the safety line, Brenda threw the switch.
     The guillotine was short, its blade spring loaded, and fired
down with force neatly severing the girl's head.  Brenda hooked a
tackle to the girl's bound feet and hoisted her up, letting her
blood flow out of her neck into the drain.
     Jackie leaned forward, peering into the basket.  The dark
haired girl was smiling, her eyes blinking, looking up at Jackie.
Her soft lips were moving, mouthing the words `good luck'.
     Brenda stepped on a foot pedal and the girl's head feel into
a trap door, into oblivion.
     Three other girls went this way.  The third actually began
to advertise herself.  "Look at these thighs.  How can you
resist?"
     The customer could not.
     As the store closed the remaining girls where shuffled into
a cage.  They sat up, on their knees watching Jackie.
     Jackie hung up her dress and sat on the big chopping block.
It felt cold and greasy to her.  Brenda instructed her to roll
over and began to swab the small of her back.  Another butcher
held Jackie still while Brenda injected something into her spine.
"We normally do this for a live roast so the girl stays conscious
for the cooking.  Its to ease the pain."
     Jackie seemed surprised.  "I'm going to be awake?"
     Brenda nodded.  "We're butchers not surgeons.  Now roll over
and put your hands up here."
     Jackie raised her arms, letting the other butcher secure
them to the block.  "What's this for?"
     "To hold you still."  Brenda secured her legs then stepped
back, leaning over.  "You know, Jackie, you look really sexy like
this."
     Jackie smiled in spite of herself.  "I don't feel sexy."
     Brenda leaned forward steeling a kiss, then another, letting
their tongues twirl around for a moment.  "You are tasty."  She
said rising up.  "Now open up."
     Jackie eyed the ball gag.  "Now what's that for?"
     Brenda was not used to answering questions to her meat.
"Something to bite on."  She said forcing it into her friend's
mouth and securing it in place.  "And in case I get half way
through and you change your mind.  Do you want to watch?"
     She shook her head, staring at the ceiling.
     "Did you feel that?"  Brenda pinched Jackie's leg really
hard.  She bearly felt the pressure and shook her head.  "Okay."
     Jackie looked over at the cage and 12 pairs of eyes glared
back at her.  They were mouthing: `be brave'.
      The other butcher pulled a hood over her head and Jackie's
world dropped into darkness.
     She felt a wire across her leg, cold and stiff.  Quickly it
heated up to a white hot fire.  Jackie could not believe the pain
and she fought against her bonds.  Her leg went suddenly numb,
like a fire quenched with water leaving only the smoldering
coals.  She wondered what had happened.  She could feel Brenda
pinching her thigh.  She could still feel her foot.  Numb, but
there.  When were they going to do it?
     The hood was taken away and her cuffs removed.  Brenda was
smiling, unbuckling the gag and lifting Jackie to a sitting
position, showing off her work.  A white bandage wrapped what
remained of Jackie's thigh.
     She had done it!
     Jackie groggily slumped into the back of the rickshaw,
clutching her paper wrapped parcel.  Brenda had to give the
driver directions.  Once home, the driver had to help Jackie to
the door.
     Jackie set two steaks to marinate and wrapped the rest to
freeze.
     Brian came home late as usual, working as much overtime as
his boss would allow.  Jackie waited at the table, dinner ready,
a candle burning.  She waited until after dinner before she told
him where the steak that he had sang its praises with a stuffed
mouth came from.
     He was outraged.  She was silent.  When he calmed down she
explained to him that by law she was in charge of domestic
affairs and because she was no longer furtile, she was not
protected.  It was her plan and there was nothing he could do
about it.  "Your going to have a son.  It will be my gift to you.
Now don't spoil it."
     He took out his calculator.  "There won't be enough of you.
At this rate, you'll be gone before we get two thirds of the
money."
     "Brenda can make the finest cuts.  She'll make sure I last
long enough."
     The next day, Jackie bought crutches at a yard sale and in
the week to come, she learned how to get about with them easily.
She returned to the butcher shop with a bright eager smile and
repeated the ritual, loosing the rest of her leg to the hip.  Ten
days later she watched as Brenda removed her arm from elbow to
hand and five days after that, elbow to shoulder.
     Brian drew the line when one morning she awoke him to the
succulent smell of bacon.  Breast bacon.  He confessed that her
large, round breast was indeed scrumptious, but he preferred to
suckle them while they were still attached to her.  The other
would remain.
     When it came time for her other leg, Brenda came over to do
the job.  Afterwards, Jackie got around the house using her
crutch and an old, wheeled office chair.
     But in spite of her careful meal planning and Brenda's
masterful cuts, she was still short on the price for a new wife.
Her plans began to crumble as Brian's fingers flashed on his
calculator.  Even if she stopped, she would never be able to care
for her darling husband with one hand.  He could not cook or sew.
It was illegal for men to learn such things in insure coupling.
He would have to go out to eat or hire a maid and that would
clear out their little savings in a heartbeat.
     Jackie pleaded tearfully on the phone with the agency but
they were unyielding.  It was impossible for them to afford a new
wife.
     "Have you considered a used wife?"  The secretary asked.
     Seconds stretched as the realization came across Jackie's
mind.  "Used?"
     "Yes.  I have a surrogate mother who have already given
birth for three other couples.  She is now hoping to find a home
to raise her own.  She is a little older than a new wife, so the
price is considerably less."
     "How old?"  Jackie dreaded the idea of Brian being straddled
with some hag.
     "Twenty five."  The secretary said hopefully.  "She's very
attractive and pleasant.  I know most people prefer their girls a
little younger, but she is a charm and a fully trained wife.  She
comes highly recommended."
     Jackie tried not to sound too excited.  "Can I meet her?"
     Two days later, Karen sat before Jackie, holding her own
against Jackie's barrage of questions.  Karen was a woman with
curvatious hips and a broad bosom.  She had a handsome face and a
pleasant, calming smile.  Impressed with Jackie's sacrifice she
begged to be her second wife.  Jackie was overwhelmed and bought
her on the spot as the second wife and still had a little money
left over.
     That night, Brian consummated the marriage and the three
slept like spoons with Jackie in the middle.  Four days later,
Jackie and Karen watched the test stick turn positive.  A week
later, ultrasound confirmed it.  Karen was pregnant with a boy!
     Each morning, Jackie milked Karen, selling most of it to the
butcher.  It took a powerful will for Jackie not to interrupt the
breast pump and simply start suckling on Karen.  The money
stretched the budget so it was it wasn't until the sixth month
that Jackie's remaining arm was removed.  Karen cared for her.
Cradling her like a child and letting her suckle all she wanted.
Karen confessed she enjoyed nursing imensly.
     Jackie enjoyed being Brian and Karen's little fuck toy.  As
Karen grew in size, Brian relied on Jackie exclusively.
     They day arrived and Brian and Jackie waited nervously in
the living room as Karen screamed in the bedroom.  It seemed like
forever and day before the midwife came out with a screaming boy
in her arms.
     Two days later, Karen was up and about.  She sat on the bed,
laying the baby to sleep beside Jackie.  "I want you to re-
consider."  She said firmly.  "I want you to stay with us.  We'll
be getting the government check now."
     Jackie shook her head.  "Even with that, we won't be able to
cover bills.  I won't take that from the baby."
     Karen felt tears forming.  "But I love you.  Brian loves you
and the baby loves you."  Karen hugged her, kissing her
passionetly.
     "And I love you."  Jackie said.  "It has to be."
     Karen relented.  "How do you want to do it?"
     "I want to be alive.  Its the best tasting meat."
     Karen nodded in agreement, sorrowfully.  "When?"
     Jackie looked down at the baby.  "This weekend.  When you're
strong enough."
     The days flew quickly and Jackie was cheerful and bright as
she watched Karen bustling about the kitchen.  "Look at this!"
Karen hefted an oven door.  "Its a replacement for ours.  I got
it at a garage sale in exchange for some milk."  Jackie watched
curiously as Karen removed the old oven door and installed the
new one.  "Fits right in there."  She said proudly.  "Look!"  She
opened a small hatch in the door.  "You see, you head comes out
of here and it rests on this little ledge.  See, the rest of you
cooks and you can stay conscious longer!"
     "Karen!  You're a genius!"
     She blushed.  "I didn't invent it."
     "Are you ready?"
     Karen looked out the window.  "As soon as Brenda gets here."
She ran to the door, greeting the butcher with a quick kiss.
"We're ready!"
     Brenda came into the kitchen.  "Jackie, you really look so
sexy."  She kissed her highschool friend.
     "You horny little..."  Jackie joked as Brenda kissed her
again.
     Karen broke them up.  "Okay, we are on a time schedule
here."  She picked up Jackie and carried her into the living
room.
     "What are you doing?"
     Karen kicked some cushions to the floor and laid Jackie
down.  "Brenda is obviously horny and we're not going to get
anywhere until that is resolved."  Karen announced pulling off
her top.  She waved Brenda over and pulled the butcher to her
chest, letting her suck fresh milk.  She offered the other to
Jackie, letting them both feed.
     The three laid on the floor, each one buried into the snatch
of the other until orgasms were abound.  Karen and Brenda then
double tongued Jackie while stealing kisses from each other until
the first wife nearly past out from her powerful orgasm.
     Jackie was then bathed and shaved.  She was allowed to soak
in an oils and spices bath as Brenda and Karen prepared the
stuffing.  Jackie shivered in the cool air as she was laid out on
the table.  Karen held her, kissing her as Brenda brought out the
knife.  Brenda inturupted the two and pushed a ball gag into
Jackie's mouth, buckling it securly about her head.
     Jackie screamed into the gag as the knife cut her open with
one quick slice.
     She tried to be brave as her bowels were scooped out and
replaced with spicy stuffing.  Brenda expertly stitched her up.
The two women then placed her into a baking bag and then into the
oven closing the door with Jackie's head poking out.
     Jackie felt the heat suddenly all around her.  She was
beginning to believe she was on fire.  Her screams were weak and
pleading.  Her natural survival instincts kicked in.  She wanted
out.  She didn't want to die, she wanted to be there to raise the
baby.  She tried to call out, but the gag prevented it.
     The heat rose and she struggled from the pain.  Surly she
was on fire, being burned!  She could not see herself through the
oven door but they had to let her out!
     With tears in her eyes she looked over as Karen who nursed
the baby.  Brenda read a magazine.  Both seemed indifferent to
Jackie's suffering, but each other stole glances, wishing they
could help but knowing they could not.
     Jackie felt foolish for her panic.  She loved her friends
and they knew this had to be done.  They loved her enough to obey
her wishes.  Jackie let the pain roll over her, flooding her
senses and filling her vision with white fog.
     She had passed out.  Brenda was leaning over her, smiling.
"She's still with us!"  She exclaimed.
     Jackie drifted in and out of consciousness.  She watched as
Brenda and Karen set the table, pausing for bouts of
uncontrollable lovemaking.  They took out Jackie's gag, kissing
her steaming mouth.  Jackie was too weak to kiss them back.  She
wouldn't last much longer.  When they opened the oven to baste
her, she didn't feel a change in temperature.
     She remained awake long enough to see her poor husband,
exhausted come home from work.  He came over to her, his mouth
saying he loved her, but all she could hear was static.  He held
up the government check.  Jackie's heart fluttered with glee.
     She blacked out again.  She roused when they opened the oven
door.  I'm dreaming, she thought.  She blearily looked down at
herself, brown and crispy, glistening with juices.  I'm alive?
They took me out too soon, she thought.  Or perhaps its still a
dream.
     Brian blessed the table.  Karen was dressed in Jackie's best
dress.  It looked so nice on her.  Brenda was also dressed.  She
looked so different with her hair down, like a flashback to
school.  There were more people there.  The other butcher, the
secretary from the agency and even the dark haired girl.  She was
so pretty.  And from beneath her dark bangs she peeked at Jackie.
Good luck, she mouthed.
     Brian did the carving, cutting a small piece and placing it
onto Karen's plate.  Karen put the piece into her mouth and
chewed it up, then leaned over Jackie and pushed the meat into
her mouth.
     Even with her half conscious tongue, Jackie knew she tasted
absolutely wonderful.  She smiled as parts of her went around the
table and everyone dined with gusto, licking their lips and
rubbing their bellies.  Jackie faded into memory, knowing she had
fulfilled her duties as a good wife.