Butcher's Bargain
 
  �What am I doing here?� Misty asked herself for the thousandth time as she rested in the window of the butcher shop on her display stand. The young redhead's pale skin glittered with sweat as the large display spotlights heated her skin. The figure that the lights revealed was not that misty was used to displaying. Gone were her trademark green shorts and suspenders, gone too was her yellow shirt, Misty was naked in every way that counted as she rested in the shop window, and she was very, very aware of that fact.
 
  But even Misty's nakedness didn't bother her as much as the absence of her arms and legs, which had been removed earlier that day and put into cold freeze to keep them in perfect condition for when Misty's two weeks on this little favor ended. The redheaded water trainer didn't even know why she had decided to do the favor. The stumps of her limbs were still sore and felt raw and painful against the cold deli air, and the inability to move about freely was really freaking her out.
 
  Misty detested cannibalism, the only reason Misty even considered volunteering to help the owner was that if the store failed before it even opened the owner would go bankrupt and be unable to feed his children.
 
  Misty decided not to dwell on exactly what the owner was feeding them with as she attempted to adjust herself to become more comfortable on her display stand. This was no mean feat, for in addition to the hollow purple dildo supporting Misty's entire body inserted in her cunt, Misty also had to contend with the bulky metal cunt ring with it's attached tag declaring Misty to be �Lean Meat, Display only�. The cold metal ring pulled against Misty's swollen reddened lower lip as the tag dragged against the display base, resisting her movements.
 
  The display stand that supported the limbless girl was in itself unusual. In addition to the hollow rubber dildo designed to collect and harvest Misty's pussy juices, Misty was supported by a leather seat back. Not just any leather, girl leather, made from real girls. The leather was brown, faded by the sun indicating it's great age. Even were Misty out on the street and not resting inside it, the very idea of such a support would have caused her to disdain, but the fact that the redhead had to lean back against the smooth faded girl flesh caused Misty to tremble with disgust and rage.
 
  The display stand had supports for Misty's neck and the stumps of her amputated arms, making it easier for Misty to lean back or to adjust herself on the purple monstrosity that splayed the girl's cunt lips open obscenely and allowed everyone passing by the window of the Deli a free view of Misty's engorged lower lips.
 
  All around the redhead were empty display stands and signs for the deli. Lewd signs depicting a girl being separated into different cuts, and other signs describing how the meat in the deli was all natural, no preservatives added. These signs all disgusted Misty to a degree, but the absolute worst sign was the one right next to her. The sign itself didn't seem to bad from a distance, just a card, folded up in three parts so that it could stand like a triangle, there were no obscene pictures adorning the sign, just words. But should one come close enough to read those words they would realize why Misty was flush with rage and embarrassment. The sign read as follows; �Does this young cunt look juicy? Come in and buy some today!� That sign more than anything drove home Misty's position. She was meat on display, and for the next couple of weeks, there was nothing she could do about it.
 
  As the bell on the door jingled, the redheaded display girl turned her head towards the sales counter as a customer approached to place an order, not quite conceiving how anyone could bring themselves to shop here. Misty's eyes took in the stainless steel and glass display case with loathing, it was sparsely filled with cuts and divided into several sections. In one section of the case on the top shelf were two arms, unmatched, and as a sign proclaimed, expensive. One arm was a deep golden brown, short, and rather thin with not an ounce of fat on it. Misty's eyes passed over it's slender form, embarrassed that her arms couldn't be as slender. The detached arm's hand was positioned palm against the shelf and it's fingers were splayed open. Misty took a deep breath and let it out trying to calm herself before her eyes passed onto the other arm. This arm was slightly longer, it was a pale peach in hue, and was much larger around, it had more fat on it than the brown arm, but not by much, the majority of that arm was meat, and the price on the sign that was plunged into the arm agreed that the meat would be very expensive.
 
  The next macabre section of the case that Misty's eyes caught was filled with detached legs. Four separate legs to be exact. Two of the legs obviously belonged to the same brown girl as the arm. They were of medium length and slender build, and their color was the same golden brown as the arm. There was a sign stuck in the left leg, declaring a special for the pair, �buy one get the other half off�. Misty shuddered in disgust at the blatant marketing of the sign, causing her cunt tag to rattle against the base of her stand and engorging her pale pink lower lips even further making them seem to devour the purple dildo they held within their clutches. The blatant objectification of the once-girl made Misty angry, but at the same time it drove home that she was displayed as meat now, the ultimate objectification a woman could undergo.
 
  The other pair of legs in the leg section were so dark that they were almost black, the dark flesh was illuminated by the same reddish light that shined on Misty, causing them to look like they were baking in an oven. The ebony legs were large and meaty, almost double the size around of the golden brown gams, and all of that size was muscle, there was no bargain pricing on this pair of legs, only an outrageously high individual price for each leg that made Misty's eyes widen, the price was more than she could afford in a month of saving.
 
  Misty's eyes drifted away from the leg display, this time to the other section of the top shelf. This section was labeled �Specialty Cuts� and held two types of meat; cunts and breasts. Misty shivered at the thought of having her breasts removed and her inner most treasure reduced to nothing more than a meal for a discerning tongue. Misty couldn't think of a more embarrassing fate. At present there was only one cunt displayed in the case. Full and fleshy it probably belonged to the same black girl who donated her legs to the last case. The cunt steak consisted of two parts, the pubic mound, and the lower lips, and this was an exceptional example of the cut. Misty's eyes began to quiver and tear up as they caressed the bare black mound. She began to shake as her eyes showed her the ebony lower lips, splayed open obscenely to display the thickness of the cut. It was just too much for Misty, a tear fell from Misty's eye as she realized that the black girl was probably dead, and her only lasting legacy would be a quickly devoured meal.
 
  Shaking her head quickly to clear the image of the cunt steak from her mind, Misty's eyes searched the rest of the �Specialty Cuts� display case, eventually alighting on the four breasts on the other side of the case. There was only one complete pair in the case, a relatively small golden brown pair crowned with a pair of oversized nipples the color of milk chocolate. Stabbed into one of the large nipples was a thin stainless steel rod topped by a sign that declared the caramel breasts �Lean Meat, perfect for soups or burgers�. Misty trembled with disgust yet again, causing her own pale breasts to bounce and heave, their pale pink nipples weaving in and out of patterns as the followed the movement of Misty's jouncing chest. Soups and burgers? Was that all these breasts were suitable for now, breasts that in life would have been very attractive reduced to mere meat? Misty was disgusted.
 
  The next breast in the case was a moderately large affair, it was pale as snow and almost shined as the red light painted it a reddish color and turned the once pink nipple almost crimson. The nipple itself was quite obviously still aroused and fully erect, though it was no longer attached to a woman's chest. It's size fit perfectly in proportion on the pale white breast, completing a sight that was compelling in it's own surreal way. Misty thought it was disturbing, she wondered if she had known the girl whose breast that was, if she had seen her in the street, or met her on her travels. Misty couldn't put a face to the breast, but it haunted her no less than if she had known exactly whom that breast had once belonged.
 
  The final breast in the case was large and ebony, the light gleamed off of it's nipple, a nipple so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it, a nipple perfectly sized for the enormous breast. Looking at it Misty realized that she could hold the monstrous breast in both her hands and still not clasp it all, well, if Misty still possessed arms she could anyway. Misty's breast heaved in a bitter mixture of disgust and embarrassment as she gazed upon the ebony tit, disgust that such a cut was allowed to be sold, and embarrassment at her own comparatively tiny breasts filled the red haired display girl.
 
  Her inspection of the �specialty cuts� completed, Misty moved onto the second to last case. The case filled with torsos. Misty felt almost nauseated as she looked upon the two different torsos, each severed at the waist. The large hunks of flesh were devoid of arms and breasts, and missing heads as well, they were displayed under a harsh white light that seemed to reflect off of the gruesome pair. One of the torsos belonged to the caramel skinned girl of which so little was sold, it was labeled on a sign as lean meat, and as Misty's eyes looked over the torso she was hard pressed to admit that that was what it was, no more than meat. The thought annoyed Misty, so she looked away catching sight of the other torso, this torso was a pale peach color, matching the other breast in the specialty cuts case, this torso was half again as big as the caramel cut beside it. The skin was smooth and tight, there was a small amount of fat, but not too much, just enough to flavor the meat when it was cooked. A triangle sign rested in front of the upper body, labeled ��Body Meat, perfect for everything from roasts to ribs�.
 
  Misty watched as the customer that had entered earlier placed her order and the large black breast was removed from the display case. Misty grew outraged once again as the magnificent breast was lowered onto the deli slicer and a few thick slices were separated from the rest of the breast before the tit was placed back in the display case. Misty's eyes followed the owner of the deli as he wrapped the slices up and handed them to the customer. She wondered how a woman could stand to buy and eat another woman's flesh, as she turned her head to follow the customer out the door.
 
  Disgusted with the entire store and it's products Misty decided to look outside the front window, but immediately regretted it when she saw the crowd of young boys gathered at the window ogling her naked body. Misty flushed and tried to place her arms in front of her breasts and exposed cunt. Tried, and failed, for Misty no longer had arms, merely stumps whose gestures towards the aforementioned areas only served to enhance them and draw the boys' stares towards them. Misty, noticing the boys stares getting more lustful by the second realized what she had done and moved her arms back where they were. It was no use to move, if Misty leaned forward she exposed more of her ample buxom to the leers of the boys, but if she leaned back, even more of Misty's splayed cunt was exposed. Misty felt mortified, there was nothing she could do to cover up and preserve even a fraction of her modesty. There was nothing she could do, she couldn't shut her eyes and block them out, for images of their leers and lecherous smiles appeared before her mids eye. Misty was totally exposed, and there was nothing she could do about it.
 
  Suddenly Misty was hopeful again, A severe old lady had come and chased the young boys away from the window, but Misty's hope turned to ashes in her mouth as the bell atop the store entrance rang. The old woman had stepped inside and set her eyes on Misty's back and butt. Misty shivered in mortification as she felt the old lady's eyes on her back side. Misty tried to turn her head to see the woman, but she was directly behind the redhead and no matter which way Misty turned her head she couldn't turn it far enough to catch more than a glimpse of the woman. A thousand thoughts ran through Misty's head, �What does she want?� �why is she looking at me?� echoed through the display girl's brain along with many other feelings of embarrassment and nervousness.
 
  Then, without any warning, the woman was gone. She had wandered off to the leather goods section. Gazing at the wallets made from real girl leather. Misty wondered briefly what kind of person would want to own a wallet made from a girl as she gazed upon the various shades of leather the wallets came in, ranging from deepest ebony to a shade so pale it was almost white. The old woman moved onto the next item for sale, breast canteens. The canteens seemed obscene to Misty's eyes, made out of breasts that had been hollowed out and then stitched together to make them waterproof, the canteens only opening was the nipple where a person would suck the contents out, or with a special injector tool they would be able to fill it. This perverted image was topped by a strap made once again of girl leather that was sewed into the bottom of the canteen allowing it to be carried around easily. Misty was appalled by the goods, that the store turned women into meat was bad enough, but something about the leather goods rubbed her far worse than the selling of girl meat.
 
  The old woman paused to consider for a few seconds whether to buy a canteen or a wallet before drifting back to the wallets and picking up one created from caramel flesh and taking it up to the counter and paying for it. As the woman left the store Misty's eyes followed her back outside, eventually coming to rest straight in front of her again.
 
  The display girl's eyes widened at the sight before her, a young mother and a pair of children, a young girl and boy who could barely be 5 years in age were standing in front of her and staring. Well, at least the children were staring anyway. Misty flushed deeply, mortified and somewhat angry that such small children would be able to ogle her.
 
  The young ones seemed confused, their eyes roaming over Misty's entire figure as the mother pointed at different sections of her and spoke to her children, explaining what they were seeing, though Misty didn't know whether it was as meat, or as a woman. Truthfully Misty didn't know which would be worse. The mother pointed at Misty's cunt, flushed, gaping, and engorged by the stimulation of the purple dildo, misty tried to lean forwards and minimized that view but the mother simply moved her finger towards Misty's pale budding breasts. There was nothing Misty could do to escape their gaze, the horrible finger of the mother as it pointed at her, the giddy laughter and questions of the children. The feeling of their eyes dissecting her, assessing her and breaking her down into her parts was horribly invasive, Misty knew it would be a long couple of weeks before this job was over.
 
The End