Meredith's Last Interview
by Fire-Bird (Inspired by Dolcett & Hill)
Chapter 03 "Grade B."
Meredith was led in front of the line into the Grade B room. Before her
stood a large guillotine similar to pictures she had seen in her history
books. Hung up by their feet beside it were sows' bodies on hooks with
the heads missing. Blood dripped slowly out of the decapitated necks. As
Meredith watched on a girl was being positioned into the guillotine. Her
feet were bound and a hook put through the ropes and secured. The girl
looked down into a hole where inevitability her head would go. The smell
of blood and vomit was pretty strong. Meredith didn't want to even consider
what happened to the heads.
"Oh I see," said Meredith trying to minimise the impact of the shock.
"A little modern day Marie Antoinette. Jimmy, make sure you get a shot
of this."
Jimmy was taping everything. Merle stood beside Meredith and put his hand
on her hip. She leaned in against him as though they were friends.
"Yeah, these guys are good. They can do about twenty sows an hour on this
chopper."
One of the men turned to Merle. "Hi Mr Hill. Want us to pop this one next?"
Meredith realised the man was talking about her.
"No boys, just keep up the pace."
"No worries boss." and her turned to the girl in the guillotine.
"Ready sow? Here goes."
The girl screamed for mercy but was abruptly cut off when the blade slid
down the shaft and severed her head with a jolting thud. A man pulled on the
rope connected to the hook and lifted the sow's body up into the air. The
rope was tied to a rotating chain-line and the girl join the other sows in
the line-up ready for gutting.
"See, quick and easy." said Merle flourishing his arm out like a magician
performing a magic trick.
"Wow." was the only word Meredith could say. "Do you use any other form of
... um ... termination here at your plant?"
"Not really." said Merle. "I do have a gallows out the back but that's
mostly for entertainment."
Meredith watched as blood continued to pump out of the sow's body. It
shook for a few seconds from nerves and then hung still.
A man shouted NEXT and another girl was herded forward. She had seen what
was going to happen and nervously came forward. She was led to the chopper
and made to kneel down. All the while the girl begged to be set free.
It was obvious that the men had heard all these requests and pleas before.
They just continued on like she wasn't even talking. The girl's neck was
pushed onto the chopper and locked into place. Meredith watched as they
tied the girl's feet and hooked them. When everything was done she closed
her eyes and listened to the scream being abruptly cut off. The sound of
the head rolling down the metal chute and banging against the side of the
hole before disappearing into the void made her open her eyes. At least
it was quick thought Meredith.
She watched as the girl's body was lifted upwards like the previous sow.
Merle took her arm and led her along the processing line. The next man
cut into the sow's stomach and removed all the guts into a hole. The body
moved along again and another man cleaned out the sow's husk. Then a third
man inspected the body quickly checking breast weight and size, shoulder,
buttocks and cunt. Once satisfied he stamped the girl's rump with Merle's
brand-mark.
"What happens to the sows who don't meed quality standards?"
"Unfortunately no good for us Meredith. Sometimes we can export them but
we generally sell them to the pet food companies."
Meredith nodded. At least they didn't die for nothing. It was then that
Meredith recognised a familiar tattoo on one of the sow's bodies.
"I know this girl. I interviewed her once. She was a lawyer I think. She's
also in my exercise class.
Meredith allowed Merle to take her through into another room. Along one
side of the room was a bunch of eight foot spits leaning against the wall.
Merle walked over and returned with one of the spits.
"So normally what would happen next?" ask Meredith.
"Well, I'd put you on a Jessica 3000 and hook in one of these babies."
Meredith stroked the spit's length.
"It's quite different looking at the spit pole from this perspective.
I'm nervous even though we are only simulating my processing ... um ..
how long?"
"Eight feet of pure carbon graphite steel. It doesn't sag or burn any of
the delicate flesh it touches." said Merle. He was very proud of his
invention.
Meredith was only half listening. Her body was tingling again from the
very sight of the spit. A strong warm urgency rushed up from her tummy.
She realised she was getting excited and very turned on.
"Interesting. But what I was going to ask is, if I were to really be
roasted ... how long would it take from the time I kneel on your machine
until I am placed on a cooking pit ... and begin roasting?"
"About ten minutes." replied Merle.
Meredith smiled. She might as well get the show on the road.
"Well Merle. I guess I'm ready. Will you be using this spit?"
"Yeah, this is the one we'll impale you with."
Meredith looked at Merle. "Wha?"
"Hey Meredith! Look this way?" said Jimmy.
Meredith was distracted enough to realise she was still being taped.
She then figured that Merle made a slight error and wasn't meaning
to impale her at all, just show how the spit was inserted.
"I'm just not sure we can show insertion because of FCC rules."
said Meredith.
"Station Manager approved it. We're covered by educational rules."
said Jimmy.
"Oh, okay. I guess I can't be embarrassed at this point."
"Come on Meredith. Time you tried out the Jessica 3000."
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