The house lights dimmed down at the exclusive Mystery Meats dinner club while two spots shone brightly at the still drawn stage curtains. The crowd's murmur died down quickly in anticipation for the pre-dinner show. The show was as much a draw as the meats themselves that gave the club its name. Each night there would be a new show and each night there would different meat on offer and the guests wouldn't know what they would be beforehand.

Music started and the curtain pulled open to the sides revealing a naked brown hen at the centre of the stage. She was facing away, but after a few beats she coyly turned her head to look at the crowd over her shoulder. Carefully she stretched her leg to the side, giving the audience a good view of her plumb thigh. Then bit by bit she turned around letting the audience revel at each individual part of her body in turn.

While she flexed herself, two other hens walked in from each side of the stage. One was carrying a bit of rope, while the last wore a strap-on. Each smiled deviously.

For awhile both of them caressed the first hen's body with their hands. Making sure the audience saw them touch each supple curve in turn.

Eventually the one with the strap-on stroked the first hen's cheek with her hand. Guiding her to turn to face her. The other hen took place behind her and took hold of each of her hands. She bound the hands behind the hen's back while the first soothed her cheek.

After it was done, they turned the hen towards the back of the stage. With a dramatic sting the music stopped. Another pair of spotlights came on revealing a guillotine at the rear of the stage. With the sudden silence you could hear the gasp from the audience.

The two hens walked the first one to the guillotine.

The second hen grabbed the roped and started pulling the blade up. The third hen guided the first to kneel behind the guillotine. She pulled the lunette open and waited. Gracefully the victim put her head through and placed her neck down onto the board.

The lunette locked into place. Quietly the music started again.

The third hen rose and took her place behind the victim. Her strap-on jutted out proudly, ready to penetrate her.

The second hen knelt down beside the victim's face, still holding the rope, and the blade. Gently she caressed her feathery cheeks with her palm. Their eyes met and each smiled warmly to each other.

The third hen carefully inserted herself into the first hen's vulnerable rear. She had little trouble as her sex was already dripping with her excited juices. The victim crowed with surprise and pleasure as the third hen started rhythmically pumping into her in tune with the music.

The show lasted maybe a minute, maybe a two, before the girl was getting close to her orgasm.

The second hen sensed it and bent down. She grabbed her head and beaks into a deep passionate kiss.

Without breaking it she let go off the rope.

The hen's body shuddered as the wave of the orgasm washed through it. With a heavy thunk the blade landed.

Without breaking stride the hen behind continued thrusting with great pleasure as the body in front of her spurted blood everywhere. On the other side of the guillotine the second hen held fast onto the now loose head without breaking the kiss with the dying hen until she was certain of her passing.

Moments passed. The bleeding ceased and the hen's body lay still on the ground. Finally the second hen broke the kiss and then held the head out to show all the audience. Her face was relaxed, with an expression of pure bliss forever frozen on it.

The hen carefully placed the head down in front of the guillotine.

The other hen pulled out as well. The strap-on glistening wet from the dead girl's juices.

The two hens came together and embraced each other while the music swelled. They locked into kiss as well.

After the kiss the hen with the strap-on got a devilish look on her face. The other took a step back and made an exaggeratedly coyish gesture with her hand on her chest as if to say "me?"

The third hen knelt down and picked another length of rope from the ground.

The other hen turned and held her hands behind her back and waited for the other to tie him up.

After she was tied the third hen took a good look at her new victim. She ran her hand down over her feathery body, exploring it like they had explored the first hen's.

After she had seen enough, she stepped over to the guillotine and took the rope and pulled the blade up once more. With her other hand she held the lunette open.

The second victim stepped to her place, and knelt down, straddling and laying down over the bloody body on the ground. She rubbed herself on the dead girl underneath her while she waited for the lunette to lock in.

After it was done, the last hen took her place again behind her second victim.

She slipped in easily to the expecting pussy and started riding the second hen to heaven as well.

She cooed and squirmed with pleasure in the hole of the lunette and it didn't take long.

Sensing the impending climax the last hen pushed in with all her might and let loose the rope.

The victim tensed and then shook all over as her orgasm rushed through her. With a heavy thunk the blade landed once more.

The last hen lay down deep inside her second victim. Crimson waves washed over the stage again as the dying girl's blood spurted with great strength.

Her head landed on the stage and rolled beside the first hen's head. The last thing she saw as the blissful face of her predecessor. She smiled.

After few moments the last hen stood up.

She looked at the bodies of her victims while caressing her own body. She massaged her breasts, her tummy, her thighs...

Casually she opened the buckle and let her strap-on fall to the stage. Underneath all that her own pussy was dripping wet as well.

She went over to the front of the guillotine and knelt down. She picked the head of her second victim and then locked beaks into kiss with the now dead girl.

After a passionate moment, she placed the head down once more.

She took the rope of the guillotine and pulled the blade up once more.

She stepped over and lay down on top of the two dead bodies. With other hand she opened the lunette one last time for herself. She placed her neck through it and let the lunette drop down. With a click it locked in place.

She placed the end of the rope into her beak and bit down.

Finally, she reached behind her with both her hands... and touched herself. Her pussy had ached so badly for this, as if million years of need were suddenly fulfilled. She made a cooing sound, almost crowing with pleasure right then and there.

She slipped her fingers in and rubbed herself harder.

She could feel the warmth of the body underneath her. Wetness of the blood. Moments before she had been her friend. Moments from now she would join her.

With few more rubs her biggest orgasm exploded inside her. Every fibre of her body shuddered with pleasure. Her crow sounded loud and bright, echoing throughout the room.

With equal thunk, the blade landed.

Her body spasmed. Her free arms flapped about wildly as her body was still wracked by her final orgasm. Great arcs of blood spurted everywhere. Seconds passed as her body still convulsed and juddered.

The blood flow diminished. Then there were only few jerks.

Until finally everything was still and silent.

After a few more moments the lights dimmed and the curtains pulled close.

The bodies would now be taken to the kitchen to be cooked for the hungry guests who had just watched them die. The day's meats were always guaranteed to be fresh...