The New York Jamboree: Best View in the House
by Spitman 
October 2000


I'm sure you know Steve Brand, Sir. He's managing this attraction now," the 
Mayor's pretty executive assistant told him.

"I certainly do, Liz," he answered with a smile. "It's nice to see you 
again, Steve. Congratulations on the way the ride turned out. It's great to 
watch it in operation at last. Those girls seem to be really enjoying 
themselves . . . ." He paused.

Steve laughed. "Judging by the screams, I'd have to agree! The packing plant 
will be working overtime as well, filling all those export orders. You had a 
great idea Sir, putting the two together like that."

The Mayor smiled modestly. "I just wish I could stay longer and watch the 
fun. But some of my young assistants can't wait to get rid of me, so they 
can try some of those things out for themselves. Isn't that right, Liz?"

Liz blushed. "Yes, Sir." She fidgeted prettily, obviously more than a little 
excited.

"And what about you, Nancy? Are you one of the lucky ones?" Nancy needed to 
catch her breath after watching yet another girl being transformed instantly 
into two very separate sides of meat. Her heart was pounding. That 
roller-coaster was exactly the thing of her dreams. She imagined herself 
riding it again and again until . . . but it might even happen the first 
time round! The thought of that blade slicing right through her body was 
incredible. She could barely conceal her excitement. If she watched any more 
of this she was going to explode. Would she feel the touch of the blade 
against her clitoris? It happened so fast, and then there was only meat that 
would feel nothing at all. But they said time stood still at moments like 
that. Maybe it would all seem to happen in slow motion and she would feel 
everything! The Mayor was looking at her, smiling. Did he know what she was 
thinking?

"Y-yes, Sir. I hope so, Sir."

"Well done, Nancy. I always knew you'd be perfect for an occasion like 
this."

"Oh, thank you, Sir," Nancy breathed, remembering several occasions when his 
generously proportioned cock had given her pussy a very good workout indeed, 
after which he had often enjoyed complimenting her on the quality of her 
cunt fillet.

"And me, Sir," Gina injected. Gina wanted desperately to be included with 
her friends. They did everything together, even if what they did was never 
her idea. She didn't like to think about becoming meat, but then meat didn't 
think, did it! So there was really nothing to worry about. At least, that's 
what Liz said. She said the excitement would make you come, and after that 
you wouldn't feel anything. Especially what happened to your meat. She was 
probably right. It looked awfully scary though.

"You too, Gina? You are hardly old enough."

"I know, Sir. It's just, the three of us decided, I mean . . . ." The way 
she looked at him with her doe-like hazel eyes was almost as much as a man 
could stand. Where did all these marvellous creatures appear from! No sooner 
had one of them managed to get herself harvested, than there seemed always 
to be three more clamouring to take her place.

"I know, my dear. It's just how it is. Never mind," He said with a sigh. You 
couldn't afford to get too attached to the meat, however delectable it 
seemed at the time. In the end, it was all for roasting. Or grilling. Or 
whatever.

"If you'll come this way, Sir, I'll show you where we handle the meat from 
the Wall," Steve told him. "You girls can come along too. I'm sure you'll 
enjoy the special Viewing Gallery." The walkway went directly from the main 
roller-coaster viewing platform to just past the right corner of the Wall of 
Death, then turned to enter the meat processing building, which was like a 
large warehouse attached to the back of the Wall. They found themselves on a 
large platform inside the building. It was high above the process floor, 
just in front of them was a fenced off area rather like a cattle enclosure, 
full of chattering, giggling naked girls. Each of the girls wore a numbered 
meat processing tag through the ring in her cunt lip. As the Mayor and his 
entourage entered, six of the human cattle were herded out of the enclosure 
and up a steel staircase to the left, towards a partitioned off walkway that 
ran along the inside of the Wall. Liz felt extremely self-conscious, with 
her own meat processing tag hidden beneath her elegant business outfit. She 
wished she was naked like the other human cattle in the enclosure. It was 
hard to resist the temptation to strip and join them.

Without her clothes, nobody could distinguish her from the common cattle. 
She was proud of her body. Every day she looked at herself in the mirror and 
imagined how she would look on a barbecue spit, her skin browning 
beautifully as she roasted over the flames, her erect nipples crisping in 
the searing heat, while the heat of the spit cooked her cunt fillet to 
perfection. She felt an irresistible urge to reach that inevitable moment 
when she would simply be delicious, wonderful, well-cooked meat. 
Unconsciously her hands brushed her breasts, feeling the sensuous white silk 
of her blouse caress the firmness of her nipples.

Steve was pointing to the right, where another steel staircase ran down from 
the platform, under the steeply sloping, transparent walled meat conveyor, 
to the floor of the process area, where butchers sawed and chopped noisily 
at the large sides of still warm meat, reducing them to familiar looking, 
hygienically packaged cuts. "That's where we keep the extra stock for the 
viewing gallery," Steve told them, indicating the enclosure. "We will see 
the gallery in a moment." He pointed up to the left. "As you see, the meat 
conveyors are boxed in for hygiene reasons, and there's a constant stream of 
water under each conveyor to flush the blood away. It's very clean and 
efficient."

"Yes, I remember the discussion about that, Steve." The Mayor paused for a 
moment. "And I suppose the meat from the viewing gallery gets fed in to the 
same conveyors, at the top?" "That's right, Sir. We'll go up now, and I'll 
show you it working." They watched for a moment as another side of meat was 
carried slowly down by the conveyor towards the process floor, with its arm 
dangling loosely, and a very pretty looking breast. Definitely a C cup, Liz 
decided, as she reflected that moments ago this had actually been a girl. 
Curious, the girls followed Steve and the Mayor up the steel staircase to 
the viewing gallery. From below it had looked quite narrow, but actually it 
was at least twelve feet across. An attendant was helping the last of the 
batch of girls into position. They all lay face down with their heads 
through circular ports in the wall, holding grab bars under each of the 
windows, their bare bottoms forming a delightfully tempting row. The 
attendant pressed a button and a clamp locked the last girl's ankles to a 
kind of carriage, fixed to a vertical post.

Liz saw that the ankle carriage was mounted on a kind of vertical rail, 
which curved to join an overhead conveyor that ran the length of the 
gallery. She got the idea. Those girls were going to be meat, and the 
conveyor was to take the meat down to the processing area. But she couldn't 
quite work out how it was going to happen. The six helpless girls fidgeted 
excitedly, holding the vertical grab bars below their viewing ports. 
Everybody could hear the extraordinary 'ssssnick' of the blade each time a 
girl was carried up the wall and sliced, and seconds later the bang as the 
bloody sides of meat entered the building on the conveyor. Liz shuddered 
with excitement every time she heard the terrible sounds of another girl 
becoming meat. "Now if you look carefully, you will notice that each girl 
has been prepared in an identical manner. They all have a perfect view as 
each girl is carried up to the blade and sliced. It's what we like to call 
the Best View in the House!"

Just then they heard another terrible 'sniiiick' and loud screams on the 
other side of the wall. Suddenly one of the motorised runners started moving 
upward, carrying the headless body of the third girl along. Liz watched, 
fascinated as her still twitching meat was carried away by its ankles 
towards the side of the building, and then into the boxed in conveyor 
leading down to the process area. "H-h-how did you do that?" Liz asked, 
trembling.

"There's a random setting," Steve told her cheerfully. "It makes it more 
exciting for the girls. Every few times a girl gets sliced on the wall, a 
guillotine blade comes down in one of the viewing ports. It gives us more 
meat to work with in the process area, and of course we get an intact cunt 
fillet every time."

"Oh, I see," she answered, squirming nervously as she imagined what it must 
be like to be clamped into one of those ports and look down the wall, 
knowing that every time a girl was sliced by that awful blade, she was 
barely a second away from the fall of a guillotine blade. A frisson of 
pleasure ran through her as another girl's headless body moved smoothly 
away, dripping blood from its neatly severed neck. "So what are the chances 
for the girls up here," she insisted curiously.

"Oh, one girl per batch for every two or three we harvest on the Wall of 
Death," he answered. "That's about one for every eighteen girls who take the 
roller-coaster ride."

"But you aren't letting the others go!" Liz protested. "That's true, but 
those are all from reserve stock. They are all due for processing, and we 
need the meat to fill our order books. We just leave them in place, and 
bring up more stock to fill the empty positions. It's different when we get 
volunteers from the Jamboree. Then we release the rest of the batch each 
time." The girls watched fascinated as another headless nude was hauled up 
and away. Liz looked at Nancy, who could hardly conceal her own excitement. 
Her cunt was obviously dripping with it. "Er, Steve, there are three places 
free, and there are three of us. Can we try it?" Liz asked.

Gina wished Liz hadn't suggested that. She was always the one who got them 
into trouble. But her own pussy was so wet that she hardly felt like 
protesting. That was why they were here, after all. "I don't see why not. I 
will stop the run while you get ready." He pulled a lever. "Just leave your 
clothes on the floor, and the attendants will tidy them up later." Nancy was 
the first to be ready, and Steve beckoned her forward. The Mayor smiled at 
the trio of nude girls. Each had lovely firm breasts. Any one of them would 
look perfect on a spit, he thought. With their meat processing tags dangling 
from their cunt rings, and their smoooth shaved lips glistening with cunt 
juice, they looked exactly like the rest of the stock cattle. But when you 
had fucked a girl as often as he had fucked these three, you could imagine 
how she probably felt.

He grew hard at the thought of their delightful cunts. Gina was the most 
timid, but she had the silkiest cunt he could remember, and as for her inner 
muscles! Her cunt fillet was going to be something very special indeed. 
"Just lie down there, and I'll get you fixed up in a moment. Hold the grab 
bars under your window," Steve told her. Nancy shivered as he pressed the 
button that closed the clamps around her ankles. She gripped the grab bars 
tightly. Liz was next, and then Gina. Padded clamps closed over their pretty 
necks. Liz could barely move, but it was true. She had a perfect view down 
the wall. The Mayor viewed the row of six pretty, nude and quivering 
bottoms, wishing he had a cane. Nancy gasped as girls hurtled down the 
roller coaster towards the wall. It was amazing to watch from above as they 
disappeared into the tunnel. She wondered when she was going to see one get 
sliced. Suddenly she yelled with excitement as one of the girls was carried 
up the wall at incredibly speed, she saw right between her parted legs where 
the pink flesh of her open cunt was presented to the blade.

As it went straight through the girl without pausing Nancy's hair stood on 
end. It was incredible to watch from just a few feet away! She had never 
felt so scared in her life as the blade below snicked through the girl's 
neck, and it fell into the chute opening below, while the two sides of meat 
that were all that was left of her swung from side to side, as they 
disappeared through the wall on the conveyor. Liz screamed as the girl was 
sliced into two parts; or rather three, counting her previously pretty head. 
Gina was screaming as wildly as if she was heading for the blade herself, 
submerged in thundering waves of pleasure. It was utterly fantastic. She had 
never experienced anything like this! Steve smiled at the Mayor. "Are you 
ready, Sir?"

"Go ahead, Steve. I've been looking forward to this."

"If it's all right with you, Sir, I'll leave your girls there until we have 
harvested one of them." "Of course, Steve. I wouldn't deprive them of the 
pleasure."

"Oh my God!" Liz gasped. This was not one in six, it was suddenly one in 
three! Even if one of the common cattle was guillotined first, they would 
have to stay until one of them was guillotined.

"No, please, not like this!" Gina exclaimed, struggling fiercely as she 
realised that one of them was going to be meat in a few moments time. It 
wasn't fair. But she felt another climax coming at any moment.

"Right girls, we are starting now." Steve returned the lever to the 'go' 
position. Nancy shivered with excitement. Liz struggled tentatively, 
gripping the bars as tightly as she could. The girls on the roller coaster 
seemed unaware of what was happening on the wall as first one, then another 
screaming girl met the blade and separated into two dripping halves. A scoop 
appeared from the wall beneath her, but she was relieved to see that there 
were also scoops under all six of the girls. Another girl hurtled up the 
wall, her body met the blade and parted. Gina exploded in the wildest orgasm 
yet when she saw the scoop appear below her head while the separated halves 
of the luckless girl were carried up and away. There was an odd, unfamiliar 
sound above her. She was suddenly looking up at blood gushing from someone's 
neck. She was falling! Oh no! That was her own body gushing blood up there, 
even if she was still in the middle of a climax, then everything faded. She 
heard a 'thunk' as her head landed on the pile down below.

Liz screamed as she climaxed instantly and suddenly she saw something fall 
out of the corner of her eye - oh no! it was Gina's head. Her neck was 
gushing like a fountain! The padded collar released Liz and the clamps 
opened. Shaking and barely able to stand, she got to her feet while Gina's 
headless body, suspended by her ankles and still twitching, moved steadily 
on the overhead conveyor towards the nearest meat conveyor. "Well girls, 
what do you think?" The Mayor asked cheerily. "Was that exciting enough?"

Uncomprehending for a moment, Liz stared at him. "Uh, exciting, Sir?" Her 
eyes lit up. "It was fantastic. I'm still coming down from the climax I 
had."

"Excellent, girls," the Mayor beamed. "That's just what I wanted to hear." 
Just then the attendant escorted three more girls into the gallery and began 
to fasten them in position. The Mayor watched for a moment, then turned to 
Steve. "What's next, Steve?"

"I thought you'd like to see the processing area, and maybe you'd like a 
sample or two for your freezer?"

"That will be great." The two remaining members of the Mayor's entourage 
followed him and Steve towards the butchering area, where expert workers 
were busy slicing the sides of meat into familiar looking cuts, except 
Gina's of course. They gathered round and watched, while a butcher cut 
neatly around Gina's cunt fillet and removed it. He presented it on 
greaseproof paper to the Mayor. "Would you care for a souvenir, Sir? I 
believe you knew the young lady."

"That's very good of you, young man. I would appreciate that very much." The 
butcher wrapped the meat again in a transparent pack, and made a show of 
marking it with the batch number from Gina's cunt lip ring. Then he added a 
small leaflet and packed them into a cardboard box with a convenient 
carrying handle. "Right you are, Sir. I've enclosed some recipe suggestions. 
Very spicy, if you like that kind of thing."

The Mayor noticed his name tag. "I appreciate that, Graham. That was very 
neat work."

"Thank you, Sir." Steve escorted them out the back of the process area to 
where the Mayor's car was waiting. Liz couldn't take her mind off how 
quickly it had all happened. Minutes ago they were talking to Gina, and now 
the Mayor was walking out with her cunt fillet. Liz's heart pounded at the 
thought of how easily it might have been hers. She felt a fierce tingling 
between her legs. Her own cunt fillet was not in a box. Not yet.

End of Chapter 2

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Spitman October 2000