[Female Prey] [Male Pred][Female Pred][Unwilling]
It all started as a text from Jackie “Babe, I’ve got a killer deal on Spain flights, I can get you on for nothing.”
You had been friends with her since elementary school, she had gone right on to be a flight attendant, you were a broke college student, but you had both always talked about a girls trip to Spain.
“Oh yeah, how much?”
“You’d fly for free! Just one catch... you’d need to book meat class.”
“Girl what!? Are you crazy, I want to go to Spain but I’m not booking meat class, it’s too risky”
Recently airlines had started offering about 20 free seats on the back of long haul flights as meat class. Bookable by girls between 20 and 25 with moderate BMIs they took you around the world for free, the catch being 1 girl was randomly selected each trip to be the in flight meal.
“Obviously I wouldn’t just have you roll the dice Kendra! I figured it out it’s all a scam, there’s a pattern to how they select the seats, I’ve predicted the past 12 seats they chose. Book May 17^(th) on flight MG652, just don’t select seat 47E whatever you do lol.”
It sounded too good to be true, but this had been a dream of both of yours forever. You pulled the trigger, and with a smug grin hit ‘Book (Total $0.00)’.
“I’m in.” You told her.
“Fucking awesome Kendra, can’t wait!”
At the airport you waited at the gate, meat girls were first to get boarded, mostly just so passengers waiting around could ogle as you waited in line, you were weighed and measured and you were boarded, you stats appearing on a big TV above your head for all to see. “Kendra Smythe, 22 years old, 5’7” 135lbs, B cups.” You heard one half drunk man say a bit too loud ‘I hope it’s her’ as you walked down the tunnel. ‘No such luck you slob.’ you thought to yourself.
Maybe it was tempting fate, but you sat down in your booked seat 47F, right beside the girl who was about to become dinner. You saw Jackie in the back as you sat down, and gave her a cheeky wink which she gave right back. You introduced yourself to your seatmate and soon to be dinner, she was British, you would be having Brit for the first time tonight you thought. She would probably be pretty picked over by the time she made it all the way down the aisle back to you, but maybe a bit of that nice toned stomach or some tight calf would be left. You innocently talked to her about your trip and feigned interested in her life story which you knew was about to end. After a while you both tired, and you dozed off for a bit. You were awoken by an announcement on the PA.
“Ladies and Gentleman, it’s time to select today’s dinner, can we have a big round of applause for...” The flight attendant paused for anticipation “The lovely young lady in 47F, 47F that’s Miss Kendra Smythe, please come to the front of the aircraft for further instruction. To our other passengers, please look in your seat-back pocket to find our menu, including pricing for all girlmeat cuts as well as our more pedestrian in-flight meals.” The girl beside you gave a sympathetic look.
“That’s brutal, sounds like you had a banging vacay planned. Ah well, the risk we take right? By the way, that’s a super cute little bag, mind if I...” She grabbed it before she could finish the sentence, you wanted to tell her off on principle, but the head flight attendant was already at your seat with her hand on your arm.
“Right this way, Miss.” She gave you a cheery flight attendant smile though it felt like walking the plank. Her expression soured and she shot daggers at Jackie in the back of the plane.
“Jackie, get your ass up to the front too, we need to talk.” She hissed.
Passengers whistled and pointed as you were walked up the aisle to the front. The drunk man from the gate whooped “Hell yeah, I was hoping for her!”
You got the the front out of sight of the passengers. The head attendant shook her head.
“Did you two idiots really not think we would figure that out, you booked the same hotel room through the airline site for god sake, Jackie you did crack our code somehow you bimbo, but we cant let you get away with letting your friends have free flights, so I went a bit off schedule for this evenings ‘random’ selection, and now your friend here is going to be cooked.” She turned to you.
“And you, really, you knew which seat was going to be called and you sat right beside it? Pretty brazen. Anyways, I’m going to need you to strip, it takes a while for customers to make their selections and we have a schedule to keep. Jackie get back to your place, if you ever try this shit again its going to be your ass on the menu.”
Jackie scurried back to her post, looking back to mouth a useless “Sorry.” at you as she did.
“Hey dumbass, didn't I tell you to strip? Get to it!”
You took off your shirt and pants, then socks and stood before the woman, whose name-tag said Amy.
“Underwear too, people aren't here to eat your panties, they’re much more interest in whats behind them.” You did as ordered, a look of defeat flashing across your face.
“Perfect, now hold still” Amy pulled out a fine tipped sharpie and started drawing dashed lines all over your body, portioning off tits, flanks, shoulders, arms, ass cheeks, all into small flight meal sized pieces. It took are the better part of 15 minutes, and you looked on in horror as each dash made your fate more real.
“Okay now do one more thing for me Kendra, wipe that scowl off your face and put on a smile, your expression will ruin people appetites.”
“I'm not going to fucking smile, you're going to kill me and eat me why would I smile?”
“Oh don't be like that, and I’ll tell you why, let’s meet my friend, sparky.” She holds up a small black tube about the size of a flashlight with two metal prods on the end. “I wonder what sparky would feel like on that soft white ass of yours, or even worse, across the lips of that exposed cunt? Should we find out?”
“No Ma’am!” You forced an awkward smile as your blurted out desperately.
“Haha, didn't think so, you look like a bit of a idiot smiling like that, but good enough. Now tell me just a bit about yourself, it helps me sell you.”
“Well, I'm just about to graduate from university, I’m studying to become an architect. I play volleyball for my college team...”
“That’s good enough” Amy cuts you off, clearly not interested in the finer details of the life of a menu item. “Lets get out there, time’s a wasting. And remember keep that smile on or Mr. Sparky will have a date with your ass, I hear he’s really rough.”
You bend the corners of you’re mouth up even more. You’re not much for pain, you’re hoping they kill you quickly after this.
As you walk out past the bulkhead fully nude the plane erupts in applause Amy grins and guides you the the first row, business class with a middle age couple in expensive clothes sipping champagne.
Amy puts on the charm.
“Good evening folks, I hope your flight has been excellent so far, and that I can make it a bit better. I’m here to introduce Kendra, our in flight meal. Kendra wanted to be an architect, but this evening what shes most excited about is being you dinner, isn’t that right?” She gives you a soft nudge in the ribs
“Yes of course, I’m really excited to...uh...be you know, eaten by you both”
Into your ear Amy whispers “Work on your fucking line.” with venom.
The man, who has been awkwardly trying not to look at your tits or pussy says he’ll just have the chicken, but his wife, sitting by the window is more interested.
“Come over here.” She says to you, not caring to use your name.
You step over her husband and stand in front of her.
“Turn around.”
You do. She gives your ass a few playful smacks, making you gasp a bit in surprise, you hadn't expected this portion to be hands on.
“When I was in my 20s I may have ordered a fat slice of this, but I’m on a pretty strict diet now, really lean meats only, I think I’ll have your shoulder, chefs choice on the prep.” She pinches it extremely hard, making you yelp.
“Excellent chose Miss.” Amy said. And you walked back to her. She wrote 1A on your shoulder where the skin was still indented by the pinch, and chefs choice in small letters under that.
Next up, row two, only 50 more to go you signed internally. And of course who do you find in row two but the drunken asshole, how did he even afford business class?
Before Amy can even start her sales talk he pipes up “Oh fuck yeah, I’m so happy its you.” The feeling was decidedly not mutual. “Bend over and show me that ass.” It was strange that if he had asked you to do that even 20 minutes ago you would've slapped him so hard he cried, but now with Amy and Mr. Sparky looming over you you had no choice but to obey. You bend over, hands on your ankles, ass facing your customer. He gave each cheek a few hard slaps. “Tight!” was all the genius could exclaim.
“Oh yes.” said Amy “That’s the ass of a former collegiate volleyball player, soon to be dinner.”
“Fucking awesome. I don’t suppose I can order both cheeks, I feel like I could eat this whole bitch to be honest.”
“Well we appreciate the enthusiasm sir, we restrict guests to one cut each, we want as many people as possible to enjoy eating this girl”
“Damn,” he slaps both cheeks 3 or 4 more times as if to grade them “I’ll go left.”
“I’m sure you wont be disappointed. Do you have anything to say to the man Kendra?”
You plead with your eyes not to have to do this. She responds with a light tap of the taser on your ass, you flinch and yelp. The man chuckles.
“You’ve made a fine selection sir, I hope my roasted rump makes a satisfying meal, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to die for your pleasure”
“Oh I bet you are, this evening is going to be the most impactful moment of your life, you better do good!”
He licks his lips, that greedy, hungry image of his face is that last you ever see of him.
You moved on down the rows, poked and prodded by prospective customers, your line was never quite confident, but you improved as a sales girl for yourself, and spared yourself the taser, for the time being. Around the emergency exit row you were being shown off to an older woman, about 65, enjoying the extra leg room.
“Well hello dear, aren’t you a fine looking specimen.”
“Hello, my name is Kendra...”
She cut you off “Oh I thought you were my dinner, not Kendra, why would my dinner have a name? Come closer.” You stood in front of her in the spacious row. She stuck a couple fingers up your cunt, rubbing your clit with her thumb.
“Oh deary, you’re so wet, you must be excited about dying for me? Now tell me who you are and what you want?”
“I’m Kendra.”
She pinches you in the most sensitive place she can.
“Oh dear, I’m afraid you’re not very bright” She intensifies her rubbing “Tell me who you are and what you want, correctly this time!”
“I’m a walking piece of meat on display, and I want to die for your dinner ma’am!”
“That’s better, was that so hard, now just stand there while I finish you off”
“Ma’am as much as we love for our customer to enjoy their meat before and during the meal, we have a number of other rows to get to, so if you could release the meat I’d be much obliged.” Amy interjected somewhat to your dismay, as humiliating as it was, this might be your last chance at cumming.
“Oh hush, look at her tremble, she’s about to burst, give me a minute”
For an old woman she was quite dexterous, she ramped up both the rate her fingers penetrated you, and the pressure of her thumb on your clit, and it wasn't too long before you were on your knees panting, and a wet spot of your drips stained the floor in front of the patron, you stood up shakily and she gave your pussy a hard slap. Causing you to catch your balance on her chair arm, getting your tits in her face.
“Well as nice as those tits look I think I’ll have the filet” she indicates your dripping pussy, then licks her fingers and winks at you, “Thanks for the preview!”
“Excellent selection madam.” You begin.
“Oh no need for the false flattery, just get to the back and die quickly, I’m hungry.”
Amy writes 16B above your shaved cunt “Thank god you’re shaved by the way, so much more work for me when I have to do it myself.”
A couple rows down Amy was on her pitch again “Such a cute couple, Might I suggest the sensual experience of sharing a meal of girlmeat, this young thing less than an hour ago thought she was headed on a fabulous vacation, and now, she’s ripe to end up on your plate, for what I must say are very reasonable prices.”
The man, a few years older than you piped up “I don’t know, shes a bit stringy.”
His girl quips to him “Yeah I wish one of those thicc girls back there got picked, I could go for some nice marbled thigh.”
For some reason you felt offended, these people were saying they didn’t want to eat you, and you did not want to be eaten, but you still felt... disrespected, somehow. You spoke to defend your honour.
“I can assure you I still have some nice cuts with some fat in them, my right ass cheek is still not spoken for, you could split it” You turned to show them
“Meh,” the guy sighed “I’ve seen better.”
You flushed red with embarrassment, as they ordered the roast beef despite your pathetic attempts to woo them into ordering you.
Amy whispered to you “Don’t worry, some people just will never be meatgirl consumers, don’t take it the wrong way, you’re still selling like crazy” This was the first reassuring thing she had said to you.
Right behind them were another couple, Amy gave the same romance sales sensual meal pitch, but this time it hit.
“Were actually flying out for our honeymoon” The man proudly said.
“Oh my congratulations!” You smiled at the couple. “Might I suggest a meal of matching breasts, If I might be so bold destroying a core part of my femininity together might be an exciting way to begin your journey as a couple”
“That does sounds like fun” The girl said, grabbing one and giving your nipple a little twist. “What do you think hon?”
“Well they’re not as nice as yours of course, not even close. But then seem good enough to eat. We’ll take the pair”.
“Oh thank you hon” She kissed his cheek.
“Excellent choice, we’ll have them stuffed and roasted for you, the skin will be crisp and her cute little nipples will be a crunchy treat.” Amy replied.
You shuddered at the thought of your nipples being a crunchy treat. Amy elbowed you n the ribs as you were lost in thought.
“Thank you for your selection. And I hope you enjoy ruining my life tonight as you start the amazing journey of yours together.”
“We absolutely will!” The wife smirked.
As you wandered through the back half of the plane, most of the customers you found were weary travellers more interested in how long until their meal would be ready than the source of their protein for this evening. They ordered strips of belly and side, calf, upper arm, by the time you got to the meat section you were picked over like carrion left to vultures.
The would-be meat girls look at you jaws agape, seeing nearly every piece spoken for, none of them said much but you could see a look of relief on all their faces, you heard one whisper to another ‘I think I’ll book regular economy on the way back.’
Finally you came to what had been your seat. Your seat mate was rifling through your bag, looking for anything worth keeping.
“Oh hello! Damn, you’ve sold like hotcakes, I don’t suppose there’s anything left for me?”
Amy piped up “While most of her standard cuts have been spoken for already Kendra still has some viable meat on her that could be yours for a bargain.” She pulled out the menu from the seat which showed a meat girls with her cuts in exploded view, to show the girl.
“$5 a cheek, now that’s a deal, bring them over here wont you?”
You bent at the waist, your face level with the seated buyer, so close it felt intimate in a strange way. She pinched your cheeks.
“These are lovely, but maybe I want your tongue instead, show me!”
You open your mouth and stick your tongue out a bit, she grabs it with one hand to inspect, looking at her menu with the other.
“Only $3 for a tongue, they're practically giving you away girl, not wonder they've sold almost every cut.”
You didn't appreciate the insinuation that you were cheap meat, but you didn't dare protest, not that you could with your tongue held.
Without letting go she carried on “I just cant decide, both fried cheek and tongue are lovely on a nice bed of steamed peas. What would you recommend?” She looked to Amy
“Ma’am since having your seat mate selected was undoubtedly a disturbing experience, and since we’re at the back of the plane I can make you a deal, you can have both cheeks and the tongue, prepared as you like, no cost”
“Oh my that's very generous, I’ll accept of course!”
There was an awkward long silence after Amy marked your cheeks 47E, she prodded your ass with the taser without turning it on “Anything to say to the lovely diner?”
You broke, after almost an hour of sucking up and having to flatter diners you couldn’t take it anymore. Grovelling to the woman who was about to eat your face, the one who you were supposed to be tasting tonight if they had just stuck with their fucking schedule, was too far.
“It was supposed to be you, you greedy bitch...”
Amy tased you hard, right on the asshole, sending a shock up your core than sent you to your knees.
“I’m so sorry miss, seems our meat forgot it’s place.”
“That's quite alright, but what did she mean ‘supposed to be me’.”
“Well your seat was actually drawn tonight, but we were made aware of a guest gaming the meat class system so we made a decision to have her take your place.”
Amy gave a sufficiently vague explanation to preserve the illusion the seats were selected randomly.
“Wow, I can’t believe I almost died. Thank you soo much for falling on the sword for me meat,” she said sarcastically “And really I think you’ll taste much better than I would.”
You scowled at her.
“Say, that taser looked like fun, mind if I give it a go”
Amy smiles “Just don’t tell anyone else, otherwise they’d all want a turn zapping the meat” and handed her the device.
“Mums the word.” the girl winked.
She drives it into your gut so hard just the force of the impact nearly make you gasp, and then she hits the power, you convulse, head falling in her lap for a solid 5 seconds while she zaps you.
“Aww did that hurt piggy?” She cooed “Not to worry, in a few short minutes you wont even have to worry about pain anymore, or anything I guess, just let those nice chefs do their job and end you.”
She finished by holding up your head and snapping a picture
“For my travel insta page, I want to show everyone the first meal of my vacay! But I better let you take her to the back, I’m sure all the passengers are pretty hungry by now”
“Of course Miss, we’ll have her finished and and ready to eat in about an hour and a half”
You walk into the back kitchen scowling. It’s a small space as you would expect on a plane, very clean stainless steel devices and counters all around, and two chefs in all white ominously wearing clear ponchos over their uniforms.
“Kneel there.” Amy pointed to a steel pan with a drain in the bottom. “Cooperate and the chefs here will make it quick, a slash across the throat and you’ll be a goner in no time. But if you make any of our lives even a tiny bit harder than they need to be I’ll have them butcher you up alive and you’ll get to watch for an agonizing few minutes as they lop cuts of meat off of you as you bleed out. So whats it going to be?”
“I’ll do what you say.” You responded quietly looking down.
“I couldn’t hear you, speak up?”
“I’ll cooperate!”
“Thought so” She smirked . “Now put a smile on that pouty pig face of yours, it’s time for some in flight entertainment.”
You did no like the sounds of that.
She pulled a camera off the wall, tethered into some internal system, and juggling a phone in the other hand made an announcement.
“Any passenger wishing to view the live preparation of their meal tonight please turn on your seat back screen and select the kitchen view channel”
She flicked the camera on and you stared into the lens, condemned to your fate.
“Give the nice people a wave meat.”
You meekly complied.
“Before we cook it always fun to have a little poll, on your seat back screen you’ll see two options ‘Cook her!’ and ‘Spare her!’ Please pick one. If we vote to spare her we will provide a standard meat meal of equivalent value to any passenger who ordered girlmeat.
You awkwardly looked at the camera while the votes were apparently rolling in, a tiny bit of your heart hoped the people would spare you. Amy smiles down at you, the look on her face said she knew something you didn’t and was revelling in your ignorance
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, the results are in we have 63 Abstain, 112 to cook her, and, my my, 0 to spare her! That hardly ever happens, usually there’s at least a couple bleeding hearts. Well Miss Kendra the people have spoken.” She signals a chef to move behind you. He holds a knife across your throat. “Do you have any last words for the broadcast.”
You knew what she wanted you to say ‘Thank you all for selecting me for your meal tonight, I’m ever so grateful etc. Enjoy tasting me and watching me die.’ But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You had one last rebellious burst in you.
“You people sicken me, I was only trying to enjoy a nice vacation and now you are killing me for your pleasure, you could’ve ordered steak, or anything besides me, but you actively choose to destroy my body for a meal I doubt you’ll even remember two days from now, and I’ll be dead! Wiped from the face of this earth! You’re all disgusting. Oh and by the way I have a flu, so eat at your own risk, douchebags!”
Amy cut the video and kicked you hard in the gut, once, twice, three times, you were gasping for air in the pan.
“You dumb bitch, you just had to make a scene.”
She points the camera back to herself and turns it back on.
“Sorry folks, the meat got a little uppity there, it happens. Do not worry about infections, even if the meat was ill, which I’ve seen no sign of, we take health and safety seriously here and for 1, will dispose of all offal to prevent infection, and for 2, cook all meat to a high internal temperature, killing any pathogens. Anyways its time for the show, boys cut her up. But leave that pretty throat intact, lets make her struggle.”
She turns the camera around and you feel the knives start to cut, you scream out in terror and you watch your flesh being separated from your bones, thighs, biceps, breasts. Amy gives some mock directing instructions while slowly moving around with the camera.
“Yes Kendra, keep it visceral, show us how much it hurts, show us how much you wanted to live.”
Tears stream down your face. Your cheeks are cut off, and then with much easier access your tongue is roughly pinched between calipers, pulled, and cut at its root, the pain was unimaginable. Your seatmate meanwhile licked her lips as she watched her cuts being processed.
By this time, only a couple minutes into your butchering, things were starting to fade fast, much of your blood had already passed through he drain of the pan. Amy said something but you couldn’t really comprehend it.
“Aww Kendra, going so soon, I was hoping for a longer show.”
She zoomed in on your eyes which briefly flicked in recognition of the camera, but then sagged and stuck. There ended your conscious life and began your life as a protein source. At this point most of the viewers tuned out, the excitement was over. The more twisted ones got to watch as your guts were spilled into a garbage bag, which also collected the unclaimed parts of your head, as well as a number of bones. What followed was an absolute flurry of activity across many cook stations. About 90 minutes later it was time for the main event. Rolled out on carts was, well you, the new you. Crackling brown skin, steaming dark meat, beautiful garnishes, the works.
The old woman who ordered your pussy struggles with her phone to take a picture, its roasted and splayed around a fat carrot. She laughs to herself at the absurd humiliation of boarding a flight and ending up chopped into bits, you most private part grotesquely stretched around a vegetable and roasted. Amy had put your social media details, extracted from Jackie, on the screen and made one final announcement.
“Thank you all for your patience, as you can see, and hopefully smell and taste, Kendra is now being served, please enjoy, its what she would’ve wanted” She laughed cruelly at her obvious lie and the image of you protesting your fate in the pan in her head. “If you would like her social details are now on screen, feel free to tag her in a post showcasing her new form. Tag meatair for a 5% off voucher on your next flight with us.”
The old woman eating your cunt enlisted the help of a younger passenger beside her to tag you in a post with the picture she’d taken, adding the thoughtful caption “Eating this poor girls vagina for dinner, it tastes divine, best airplane meal ever. Pretty good use of a girl dumb enough to book meat class.”
The man who ordered your ass cheek was less bothered with the social media aspect, he simply dug into you, ripping through your ass in about 15 minutes and sinking into a food coma for most of the rest of the flight.
The new bride fed her husband your nipples skewered on toothpicks and fried to a crisp, she giggled into his ear “These won’t be the only nipples you get in your mouth tonight”. They both put somewhat blurry pictures of your half eaten breasts on their instagrams, not so much to humiliate you, they just cared about the discount.
And finally your seatmate. She found your face meat divine, savouring every bite, and of course taking a picture of the display, a cheek on either side, the tongue in the middle, on a bed of peas. She posted the picture of you alive and nude, followed by that, and then one of her tearing into you, your cheek dangling out of her mouth. “fantastic start to my trip! Can’t believe I got to eat this pretty girls entire face, thanks meatair for the expert chefs, and Kendra4228 for providing the meat” That post garnered about 300k reactions and was the most viewed picture of you ever taken.
And that was it, most of the passengers forgot about you the moment they left the plane, you had died as you were expected to, no tragedy had occurred, just a piece of meat being butchered. The British girl thought about you on and off for the duration of her trip, but you barely cracked her top 10 experiences of the week.
For your friends and family your legacy ended up being overwhelmed by then dozens of posts tagging you, even people who had known you for years had trouble remembering you as anything other than meat after seeing those photos. In fact to this day years later when doing an image search for you, the first result is your poor spread pussy, followed by your scared naked body in the lap of a soon to be diner, and then your cooked face. And its just as it should be, after all it was by far your most significant moment.