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Joseph Hurley was a affluent man looking for lucrative way to increase his wealth. Often the to the lowest degree effectual paid the dependable dividends. As his limo entered the logic gate of Lakeview deduction Meats slaughterhouse for a meeting, he thought to himself,"No one would ever suspect that anything was going on here. The construction looks like an abandoned warehouse. And no early construction around. Perfect disguise."

"Mr. Hurley, welcome. I have been expecting you. I am Fred Wilson, superior general Manager of Lakeview Discount Meats. Please call me Fred. I will personally convey your hitch and answer your motion. As you know, we desire your investment so that we can expand this adeptness and even open some branch in outlying areas."

"Thank you, Fred. You may forebode me Joe. I don't like to do in time on preliminaries, so I am cook to begin as soon as possible."

"I like that. delight follow me. I suspect you are familiar with superior general butchery operations, so I won't tidal bore you with elaborated explanation. But if there is anything specific you want to know, I will give you as much detail as you wish."

After a short walkway :"This is our receiving area. As you can see, there is ample security. And even if some of the nitty-gritty girls escaped, our entire chemical compound is surrounded by electrify fence. We have never had an escape. The kernel girls are ages 15 to 25 with about being in the 17 to 19 age group. Younger than 15 they don't have enough meat, and our market isn't concerned in any older than 25. We process them as quickly as potential. outset, they are herded through the depilatory baths which removes all consistency hair. We keep their head haircloth because some of our strong suit markets prefer it."

Fred and Joe were in a wide walkway separated from the meat young lady by a thick, wire-reinforced chalk rampart that allowed them to easily honour all processes.

They continued along to where the substance girls exited the depilator bathroom and where they were showered and scrubbed by staff.

"We like our blood to be exceptionally clean, and we pay tending to detail. As the staff clean them they look for deformity or problems of any kind. Those are furcate and put down. Inspectors also look for a federal meat inspection tender, and if there is none, we give them one."

Fred looked at Joe, knowing that this action was illegal and wanting to see Joe's response. Joe merely smiled. Everything about this place was illegal. A moonshine stamp was nothing. They continued walking.

"Next we herd them single file past our next examiner. He has a inclination of special orders we have received. particular Order is where we make our self-aggrandizing profit. We sell live fully gear up essence girls, fix to BBQ or oven roast. client frequently specify a sure soundbox eccentric, or boob sizing, or hair color, or peak, or any combination—and they always want them live. Our examiner looks for meat missy who match the lodge and separate them out for peculiar treatment. The respite stay in the herd and go to oecumenical processing."

"When you say ‘ general processing ’, what do you imply specifically ?"

"These go onto our chief slaughter line. They are hung, upside down, throat cut to bleed out. Then they are gutted and beheaded, split and put in the cooling system room overnight. From the cooling room they go to the butchers who separate them into the various cuts that you would find in any center market or bungler shop. Typical slaughterhouse processing."

"Do you use a circular saw or band saw for splitting ?"

"We have tried both and prefer the dance orchestra saw. We have fewer industrial accident with it. We want to cut only the center daughter, not the stave. .. .. But our specialty subscriber line is what I am most lofty of and where almost of our profit lies. About one-half of the center young lady go to specialty processing. Follow me through here and I will show you what we do with the inwardness lady friend our examiner separates out."

At the end of a connecting hallway they passed through a door into an area totally separate from the chief slaughterhouse processing line.

"This firstly surface area provides populate oven roasters. We bring meat lady friend here who meet the requirement of these particular orders, and here we process them in one of two ways, whichever the client has specified."

"What are the two ways ?"

"We can provide them farce, with or without stitches."

"How do you carry off that ?"

"Here's one about to be processed. Let's watch."

Just six ft away, behind the reinforced crank they saw a meat girl forcibly laid on her back upon a table with gynecological-type foot stirrups. She was strapped into post. A large refuse can was placed on the floor under her ass. The attendant took an galvanic pecker and stuck it in her arsehole and pulled the trigger. The stage business end spun rapidly and he pressed in as the pith girl screamed. Soon there was a bloody ring around her asshole."

"What is that tool he is using ?"asked Joe.

"That is a simple electric drill you can buy in any hardware depot, and the exercise bit in the end is also usable in any hardware memory. It is used by carpenters to cut 2-inch holes in wood. We use it to split the anal sphincter from the perineum."

"In other Holy Writ, you cut out her asshole."

"Exactly."

The meat fille had begun screaming as this was done and the guards quickly inserted a ball gag.

As Joe watched, the attendee took a twist with a hook shot on the end, used it to snag the cocksucker and started pulling.

Fred explained,"They are going to completely gut her through this oversize asshole. By pulling, they can get the mesentery to let unloose of the colon and small intestine. Sometimes they have to pull quite hard but their experience has taught them how to get it done. It goes out of her and into the garbage can. Our best technicians know when they have it all, and then they stretch the curtain raising and reach inside with a special putz and cut the stomach loose from the esophagus. Using that same tool, he cuts the vagina loose from the vulva from the interior, and cuts the vesica loose from her pee fix. Ovaries, uterus, bladder—it all comes out through the asshole. Now he's flushing out the cavity with neat water. Next he is inserting a vauntingly diameter hose which is pumping stuffing in. We have our touchstone blend, or some customers prefer their own stuffing formula. We can put in sufficiency to lay down the body expect normal and buff, or we can pump in enough to get to her feel 9-months pregnant. Whatever the client wants and is willing to pay for. The pussy hole is sewed shut and the new arse, too, to go on the stuffing in. The benefit is that there are no stitches on the belly, because the stomach was never cut loose. This improves the coming into court and some of our customers are willing to pay more than for that."

"Doesn't the gutting suit shock or death ?"

"Rarely. We have specially trained medick standing by are watching the meat girl's life-sustaining planetary house and prepared to administer drugs to forbid seismic disturbance. And most suit of expiry are caused by blood loss, but our method causes a minimum of origin loss."

"You said there were two options."

"Yes, the other pick involves regular gutting by cutting open the abdominal cavum and scooping out the guts. We use a former sawbones who is able to do it without causing any deadly injury. Again the medic are standing by to prevent shock absorber. This method is faster, cheaper, and makes it possible to harvest liver and kidneys which are nearly impossible to take out through the arse. These organs can be ground up as part of the stuffing for those who request it. The lonesome low slope is that the belly must be sewn up again after inserting the hope stuffing. .. .. Oh, one more than affair. We can also provide whole, live, gutted, unstuffed substance girls. Some masses have special uses but they don't like to do the gutting, so we gut them the Saame way we do our stuffed roasters, except that we don't stuff them."

"You go to great pains to go on these marrow young woman alive, but surely their lifespan is greatly shortened."

"Indeed it is. We prepare them for same day deliverance and cooking. We guarantee them to arrive live and make to pop into the oven. We haven't lost any yet, and our phonograph record of repetition customers speaks for itself."

"Very impressive, Fred. Now I'd like to see what you are doing with spitted BBQ meat girls."

"Of track. Follow me."

It was just a short walkway to a different area where they could see run-in of Jessica 3000 spitting machines.

"I see you do mechanical spitting."

"Of course. We have so many social club that we couldn't keep up if we had to do it manually."

"How many Jessicas do you run ?"

"right field now we have 20 operating, but I want to double that. That's why we need your investment."

"So exactly what ware are you offering your client here ?"

"Live, spitted meat girls, ready to go over the coal. They can be gutted or ungutted, stuffed or not. BBQ meat has never been more popular. We can't hold up with the need. The Jessicas cut down on Labour Party. Our car have an option switch to rule out the gutting part of the wheel for customer who want whole, spitted, ungutted meat girls. The Jessicas also have a good track record of producing dwell spitted inwardness young lady. bit of deaths is negligible. Still, once they are spitted, it is important to get them to the customer as quickly as possible. So, you see our delivery motortruck through that vauntingly, overhead door. The technicians toe tag the center lady friend with their goal speech then carry them out and load them on the delivery truck immediately. A hand truck has racks to hold sixteem meat girlfriend at a time. If the tripper is too long, they may not be too lively at the destination. That's why we will use part of your investment to open more arm where we can be closemouthed to client and can fork up them faster with impudent young lady meat."

"fountainhead Fred, I'm convinced. You can count on me to enthrone $ 10 million."

"Thanks, Joe. You won't be sorry."

Just then, all the lighter went out and all electrical appliances—like Jessicas and electric drills—came to a dead layover. Then they head an overdraw interpreter saying,"This is the law. This slaughterhouse is surrounded. Everyone is under arrest. Do not try to leave."

An hr later all the staff, including Joe and Fred, had been arrested. The unprocessed substance daughter had been put on hand truck and carried to a safe positioning, and a police sergeant went up to the officer in charge and said,

"Lieutenant, sir, you know, we have some real job here."

"Show me."

They went first to the oven roasted area.

"Sir, this kernel girl says her gens is Lisa. She has been gutted and stuffed and is still very lots alive. And this side by side daughter has been cut open and even Sir Thomas More of her organs removed than Lisa. She is not stuffed, but she is lying there encompassing overt and very a great deal alive. And the next two are much the same."

"Is that all ?"

"No, sir. There's even more problems in the BBQ area."

They took the short walk.

"There's 18 missy on these machines. All have a BBQ saliva started through them. When the mogul was cut, the spit stopped wherever it happened to be ; some are a little skewer, others are nearly done. We can't put the power back on because we think the machine will start up and finish spitting these heart girl, and gutting some of them. Over here is one with the spit one-half way through her and her belly cut open and her guts hanging halfway down the garbage chute. Out there ( he pointed to the overhead door ) there is a delivery truck with fourteen springy spitted meat girls in it. They were supposed to be delivered and cooked today. What do we do ?"

"First, put a safety so that cypher turns the superpower back on. Then get me a ensure production line to headquarters."

After the secure line of merchandise was found and a vociferation made :

"Captain, police lieutenant Julia Evelina Smith here. We have a mess."He explained what the sergeant had told him.

"facial expression, police lieutenant you know we are already way over budget. urban center Hall won't give us any more money. No way will we be capable to pay for all the medical care those fille meats will take. In fact, I don't even know if they can be saved. Probably need a lot of expensive intensive Care and then they will die anyway. It would be much easily if you can convince them to go ahead and get roasted or BBQed. Tell them that their families will be reimbursed when we liquidate the assets of Lakeview Slaughterhouse."

"Is that the true statement ?"

"hell, no. But that doesn't go beyond you and me. The best we can do is deal their centre and use it to relieve some of the insistency on our budget. .. . barely convince them not to ask for medical care."

Lt. Smith hung up the phone.

"What did you see out, sir ?"asked the sergeant.

"We can't deliver them. Let's go to the delivery truck first. How many are in there ?"

"I think 14."

The lieutenant walked to the straw man of the cargo hold of the motortruck. He could see 28 eyes looking pleadingly at him.

"I am Lt. Joseph Smith from the police. We have raided this illegal butchery and stopped their operation. I am sorry that we came too late to prevent you from being spitted, but at least we got to you before they delivered you. That's the good news. The bad news is that I have spoken to the doctors at the hospital and they said that you can't be saved. You have been completely spitted, and the damage that was done to you internally will cause your death, some Sooner than others. They said they could operate and try to fix you up but it would at considerably just be a short delay. In the end you would still die. But I have more good tidings. You can still be a benefit to your families. You could agree to go ahead and be BBQed and sold. You miss are beautiful and will bring top clam. That money could go to your families. Also, when we liquidate the asset of this illegal operation, those investment company, too, will go to your kinsfolk. I know that you can't speak, but I will come to each of you and if you agree to this colony, blink your eye twice."

"Did they all agree ?"asked the sergeant.

Only two of the girl nitty-gritty blinked twice, but the deputy said,"Looked that way to me, and I'll call any man a liar who says different. There's a routine of BBQ pits out back behind the manufactory. Get them fired up."

"All of them ?"

"All. We've got a lot of girls to cook. Next I'll talk to the 1 only half-spitted."

He walked to the kickoff Jessica. Then, speaking so only the first girl meat could find out him, he said,"Hi, what's your name ?"

"Sandi."

"Sandi, here's the site. Your spit seems to be in your pharynx. A duo more second of power and you would cause been completely spitted and not capable to talk."

"Tell me something I don't know !"she replied angrily, coughing and swallowing due to the imperativeness of the expectoration in her throat.

"I see you're really angry. That's understandable. We're going to do everything we can to save you. The problem is that we can't motion you still attached to the machine. The doctor suggested that we turn the electrical energy back on and let the spitting mental process finish. Then the machine will release the saliva and we can elicit you and get you to the hospital. The problem is that eventually you are going to die no matter what we do. Maybe a hebdomad, probably just a day. But if you let us BBQ you, we can sell your meat and give the money to your family. What do you say ?"

"I say HELL NO ! I WANT TO LIVE !"she shouted.

All the former spittees heard that component part. So much for trying to have a individual conversation. Soon, they were all yelling, I WANT TO LIVE !"

"What are we going to do, lieutenant ?"asked the sergeant.

"We have to stop this before it gets out of hand,"he replied.

"LISTEN TO ME !"he shouted, and slowly their dissent died down."I rung WITH THE doc WHO SAID THEY WILL DO EVERYTHING THEY CAN TO supporter YOU, BUT WE HAVE TO GET YOU THERE TO THEM. WE CAN'T DO THAT WITH YOU LOCKED IN THE JESSICAS. THE ONLY WAY TO GET YOU OUT IS TO number THE ELECTRICITY vertebral column ON AND LET THE CYCLE FINISH. THEN THE MACHINE WILL RELEASE YOU."

"sergeant, go and reconnect the power cables."

He ran off and did as instructed. The lights suddenly came back on, and the Jessicas all started humming, and the spits started moving, and the girl meats all started screaming as the pain from the spits started again. But their screaming stopped as soon as the spits exited their mouth, and a second later, the Jessicas stopped humming. deputy Captain John Smith said to himself,"Ah, blessed peace and quiet."

The sergeant returned."What now, boss ?"

"How are those flak stone doing ?"

"Ready to roast."

"How many are there ?"

"There's 30."

"But we have 32 lady friend core. 18 here that just finished spitting, and 14 in the hand truck. You have a pit, don't you ? Why don't you take one home for your family line, and I'll take the other. Put the early 30 on the pit here. I'll make the corrections in my report."

"What about the populate roasters."

"How many of them ?"

"Four."

"hunt this place and see if there are any ovens here, then put them in to roast. I think the Captain prefers roasted girl meat over BBQ anyway ; and we mustn't draw a blank the Police Commissioner."

The sergeant ran off to do as instructed and the lieutenant said to himself,"pillow slip solved. All done but the paperwork. ”