Here is a great example of this genre - i lifted it from a forum i belong to - from the delightful ButcherBabe...


I was twenty one when my parents told me they were going to need to declare bankruptcy and the family store was going to go out of business. I was in community college, but I knew that a college education could never bring me enough money quick enough, there was only one way. I went the next day to the 5th Street Grill, a state certified collection point. It was a nice restaurant with a large butcher shop off the seating area. It was only ten in the morning and the restaurant was quiet. I approached the hostess.
“Table for one?” she asked. I shook my head.
“No, I was actually curious about selling myself.” She smiled and nodded.
“Go down the hallway to the door on the left,” she said directing me down a well decorated hallway. I thanked her and set out down the hallway. I stood for a second in front of the door. The sign said “Deliveries”. I got up the courage and opened the door. On the other side was a simple waiting room with a receptionist in her early thirties. She looked up.
“Draftee or volunteer?” she asked.
“Volunteer.”
“Ah, wonderful.” She handed me stack of papers on a clip board and instructed me on how to fill them out. They included everything from legal release forms, payment instructions and medical forms, mostly about whether I was sexually active, yes, or a smoker, no, if I was pregnant, no, or if I had any venereal diseases, no. After I was done I handed the forms back to her. She notarized them, stood up and stuck her head inside another door and said something really quickly to someone. A man came out of the back room and looked me over quickly.
“Very nice. Please stand up.” I stood up. “Could you please take off your clothes?” I began to strip. He came over and looked at every inch of me from my toes to the top of my head. He sighed and smiled. “Grade A, very good. As I’m sure you know we pay by the pound based on the meat quality. Grade A pays quiet well. I’m just going to sign the sheet and you’ll belong to us, you understand? This is your last chance to back out.” I nodded. “Wonderful.” He signed the sheet. “Ok Becky, we keep our grade A pieces that are as attractive as you for private roasting parties. Now we don’t have one until tomorrow. Why don’t you go home, pick up a tooth brush, pajamas and an extra pair of clothes, we’ll expect you to be back here in two hours, if not we reserve the right to pay half price.” I nodded.
“How soon will my family get the money?”
“Tomorrow morning.” I nodded.
“Good, I’ll be right back.” The rest of the day was one of the most upsetting and boring of my life. They put me in a simple room with a mat on the floor and a small bathroom. I went to bed that night on the mat. I woke up around 7 and watched the TV in the room for a while. I had dressed up in one of my favorite outfits with my favorite pair of boots. There came a knock at the door and a young beautiful woman came in.
“Hi I’m Vicki, are you ready?” I nodded. “Ok come with me and we’ll get you ready.” I followed her out of the room. “Have you ever been to a cook out before?”
“Yes, for my best friend’s birthday a year a go.”
“Then you know what to expect.” I nodded silently. “Good.” I was taken into a large white tile room with a line of heavy wooden tables in the center. On the other side there were large showers and chains hanging from the ceiling with hooks attached. I knew those were for butchering. On collection days they would bring in dozens of women and process them. What I was up for was less pain right away, but more pain spread out over a longer time. There was a girl about my age standing in the corner. “This is Melissa, she’s my apprentice. Now I saw on your form that you’re a lesbian so we decided it would be more comfortable for you if two women did it, I know a lot of lesbians don’t like to be touched by men.”
“Thanks.”
“Ok why don’t you take off your clothes and hop up on the table.”
“Can I keep my boots on? They’re my good luck boots and make me feel like I can handle anything.”
“Yeah, at least for a little while, I’ll take them off you later is that ok?”
“Of course.” I stripped and sat up on the edge of the table.
“Just spread your legs.” She motioned for Melissa to come over. She came over with a tub of hot wax. “Now just relax we’re going to wax you, this won’t hurt too much.” They waxed my pussy until it was nice and smooth. Vicki ran her hand around my pussy and slipped her fingers in for a moment. “Perfect.” Melissa stepped up with a large metal spit with a pointed end. “Now comes the hard part Becky. I’m going to need you to relax ok?” I nodded nervously. “Ok now lie down on your back and slide back so that your head hangs off the edge.” I did as she said. She took my feet in her hands spread my legs and stuck her head down close to my pussy. “Now Becky you’re going to need to relax more than that.” I thought, you try and relax when you’re about to get a spit shoved up your pussy. “Here let me help.” She slipped her fingers back in my pussy and began to massage me, playing with my clit. I have to say it helped and I relaxed. “Ok, much better. Melissa, bring the spit over.” She took the spit in her hand and Melissa moved up by my head. I was nervous but I guess it really hadn’t sunken in yet. Vicki took olive oil and greased up the pole and then slathered some more on my vagina. Melissa put one of her hands on my chest and the other one behind my head. I watched as Vicki lined up the spit and slid it quietly into my vagina. “There we go nice and smooth, very good alignment.” I could feel it pushing slowly in. It didn’t hurt, it was more uncomfortable. I had only had a few things inside my pussy before, this was an odd experience. Finally I felt the pole poke through my vagina and the pain was intense. I screamed out for a second. Melissa held my head gently, it was kind of comforting. I could feel the end of the spit as it continued up through my body pushing my organs aside instead of puncturing any of them. I wanted to move around but the spit kept my body rigid. Vicki stopped. “Now Becky I’m about to push through your stomach, after that it’ll come up your esophagus very quickly. You’re going to buck a little when it gets to your upper torso don’t be surprised when that happens. It should only take me one big push, so if you have any last words you should say them now.”
“I guess just get it over with; I hope this will help my parents. That’s it, lets do it.” Vicki nodded. She put one hand up against my leg and pushed hard on spit. There was a sudden burst of pain and I could feel it quickly surge forward through my body. My throat contracted around the cold metal spit and I began to choke and gag. My body began to shake and Melissa pushed down hard on my chest. “Here we come, Melissa open her mouth.” Melissa moved down to my head and put one under my head and with the other one she opened my mouth so that it lined up straight with my throat. I felt it slide up my throat. It rubbed up against my tongue and tapped against my teeth as it came out my mouth. It was at that moment that a tear rolled down my cheek, for I realized I was going to die very soon. I had before been worried about the pain, but now it occurred to me that in a little while I would be in a different plane of existence, hopefully. I felt the pole sliding between my organs. I would have coughed but the pole in my throat prevented it. I could see the tip now as it came farther out my mouth. There were a couple of drops of blood trickling off it and some saliva. It occurred to me that only minutes ago that point had been pushed through my vagina. In one hole and out the other. Vicki continued to push the pole until it stuck about two feet out of my mouth. “Ok let’s get the stabilizer in her, flip her on three.” Vicki pushed my legs together so I could feel the cold spit between my thighs. She grabbed my hips while Melissa seized my shoulders. “One, two, three.” They each lifted me up and placed me on my stomach. Melissa stepped away and picked up the stabilizing rod with a meat thermometer at the end. “Melissa why don’t you do this.”
“You think I’m ready?”
“More than ready.” Melissa moved to the other end and slid the socket over the end of the spit and pushed it down until the spike lined up with my anus. She pushed the spike deep into my ass and I shuddered and shook a little. I heard the stabilizer click into place on the spit. Now when the spit rotated I would rotate with it. I had ever orifice filled with something. I felt Vicki unzip my boots and pull them off one at a time. She took a rope and began tying my ankles to the spit. Melissa put my hands behind my back and quickly took a loop and tied it around my wrists. She then took a loop of rope around my waist and tied my wrist to this to keep them in place. Vicki bent down in front of me. “Becky you still with us?” Another tear streamed down my face and I blinked. “Good. Ok Melissa lets get her in there.” Vicki grasped the pole in front of me and hoisted it onto her shoulder. The jolt was one of the worst things I had yet experienced. My body strained against the pole as it was lifted. The muscles and organs around the pole strained not to give way and tear under the sudden and new found stress that was now being put on them. I was carried out of the room through a double door and into a large ornately decorated room filled with people. They applauded as I was brought in. In the center of the room was a shallow tile lined pit with “y” shaped stands on either end, one end with an electronic spit rotator. I was lowered so that the ends of the spit fitted into the posts. As I was lowered I slid forward on the spit a little bit. The rear end of the spit was slid into the mechanical rotator and clicked into place. I stared down at the black stones below me. I could see the gas line running through them.
“Damn it!” Melissa said.
“What is it?”
“She’s coming off the stabilizer!”
“Here…hold the stabilizer.” Melissa ran towards my lower end and Vicki’s moved up above my head. She put her hands on my shoulder. “Ok now keep the stabilizer from moving.”
“Ok.” With all her force Vicki pushed hard on my shoulder sliding my entire body down the spit. I felt the tensions as it slid against my organs and the stabilizer drove itself deeper up my ass until I could feel it pierce something. I squeezed my eyes shut in agony. “How does it look?” Melissa asked.
“That’s perfect. Ok, let’s get her lit up.” Vicki moved away and I heard a click and the gas fire started below me. Tiny orange flames danced under me turning the black stones glowing red. I could feel my breast heating up. Before long the front of my body felt like it was on fire. I heard a mechanical sound and I began to rotate over the fire, the stabilizer pressing against the side of my anus. The heat was unbearable, as I turned over the fire. As I turned Melissa began brushing garlic butter over my body. Tiny rivers of butter mixing with the sweat from the heat rolled down my body as it turned on spit. Before long I could feel the heat so intense that it was turning my skin into a new material, my flesh was cooking. Pressure began building up in my breasts and ass. Vicki came up to me and investigated my breast with a long fork, pushing on the browning skin. Suddenly she shoved the fork in breaking the skin. I closed my eyes in pain and I could feel the juices oozing out of the two small puncture marks. As I rotated so I was facing up Vicki stuck the fork into my other breast. I would be dead soon. I noticed that they no longer talked to me; they just did what they wished. I was nothing more than a piece of meat. I could no longer keep my eyes open and I began to feel dizzy. I hadn’t eaten in over a day, but then again I was about to be eaten so what did it matter. I felt it all slipping away in the heat and before I knew it I was gone.
I continued to turn on the spit for several hours until my skin was golden brown and I was cooked medium well. If I was still alive I would have felt them pick up the spit and carry it over to a large table, lay me down and pull the spit out. I was then carved like a turkey, placed on my back and a large slit made in my abdomen. My steaming intestines were yanked out. My breasts were cut off with a sharp knife and I was flipped onto my back. Like cutting hot butter large steaming strips of meat were cut off of my buttocks. My ribs were removed, slathered with barbecue sauce and served. One by one my arms and legs were chopped off with a meat cleaver. A knife was inserted between the stumps that had been my legs and cunt filet cut out. By the end of the night there was nothing left of me except for a head on a silver platter. Nothing left to bury. My bones and internal organs were tossed into the trash and every inch of edible flesh consumed or wrapped in tinfoil and sent home with the party guests. And that was the end of me. There is nothing more, nothing left except this story and a head mounted on a wall somewhere to prove that I ever existed. Yet I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.