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Hello, I know I've already posted this story as the 'Jennifer Series' but I've decided to expand on this universe and release more stories in future set in my 'Humanity Universe' as I'm calling it.

I've also rewritten a huge chunk of Jennifer to include the loli scenes I wanted in the original but wasn't allowed too when posting on Dolcettish.

The tags for the stories will be released per story though I don't enjoy scat so don't expect it here.

Without further ado I will post the rewrite of Jennifer's story. As I said on the last thread I hope someone gets in touch about proofreading, I try my best but mistakes will likely have slipped through.



Chapter One: Jennifer becomes an Animal

Jennifer entered the college library. Even at twenty-one the girl was petite though not entirely childlike. She was a woman with perky little breasts, a slightly boyish waist and slim figure. The librarian waved as she entered, Jennifer was a familiar face here, who watched as the studious student went to find a book for her current essay.

She scanned the isles until she came across one labelled 'World History' and then set about finding a suitable book. Not long later she came out with a book dedicated to her chosen topic. 'For the Good of Humanity' was printed in bold black letters while the background of the book was entirely white save for the photograph of a noose. Jennifer sat at an empty table and kicked off her sandals, happy to let her feet breathe in this heat.

The book detailed the crisis of the early 2200's where overpopulation had become a major issue. Food was scarce, animals typically used in livestock where now all protected species and while crop farming helped immensely, humans needed meat in their diets. The question was, how do you satisfy that need when your predecessors banned hunting and fishing for fear of what happened to livestock?

Killing an animal was, and still is, punishable by death but there was one Animal that was still abundant, one that had been in front of them the entire time. A picture of a naked male and female came into view as Jennifer turned the page. They both had lines drawn on them separating cuts of specific body parts. The models were real however.

Back then eating a Human was considered wrong, even disgusting, and a lot of people had trouble with the concept. The government responded by converting the status of a person destined to become food to that of an animal which seemed to convince a population sick and tired of meat substitutes that it was okay after all. Prisoners on death row were the first to go and people started to enjoy meals consisting of the meat of rapists and mass murderers. Gender didn't affect taste either and the idea of eating a human quickly became normal.

Jennifer laughed, how could those idiots back then consider Meat Animals human?

This, however, presented a new problem. Severe crime dropped to levels never before seen when the idea of being made a meal out of seemed worse than outright execution. Petty crimes were soon punishable by death but that quickly stopped crime altogether. In trying to feed and control its population Humanity had created a near perfect Utopia.

A Utopia where people could add to the ever-increasing head count that would destroy the world. A decade later and a virus seemed to attack only the 'Y' chromosome making male births exceedingly rare. This only caused people to breed more when a father wanted a son and not a fifth daughter. It was like something out of a Dolcett story.

It wasn’t long before the world was again at square one. No meat, too many people and no crime to sustain the old system. It was then that the Lottery came into play. A fair system that chose any female citizen over twelve to become meat. Males were exempt from becoming meat due to their sudden rarity except under extreme circumstances such as committing a crime but the Lottery was targeted at women only. The term 'Meat Animal' no longer applied due to 99.99% of meat being female now.

A girl was registered at thirteen. During her registration a young girl would be tested for diseases and lastly tagged. The tag itself wasn't like some old-fashioned cow tag but more of an earring designed to show a woman's status in society via a small light that was recharged by their body heat and always connected to the Lottery network.

Blue meant they were free, red meant they were meat and black meant the Meat was on the run or hadn't arrived before her time was up. When a tag turned red you had a week to set your affairs in order and report to a processing centre. Some came immediately, some went on that last holiday while others spent it with family.

Jennifer remembered her tagging. Thirteen years old and standing in a room filled with other naked girls her age while a woman did her tests before finally attaching her tag. They were stripped and bared like this as a way of assuring these impressionable teenagers that female nudity was nothing to be ashamed of and was in fact encouraged.

At school, they heard horror stories of the girls who never came back from their tagging but these were always from another school and thankfully it wasn't true. There was a mandatory grace period of one month before the tag activated so you always left the Processing Centre alive when you were freshly tagged.

Old Prisons were converted into Processing Centres and within days the first of many females arrived. They were instructed to arrive naked, as animals had no need for clothing. Soon they would be slaughtered and shipped out to feed the populace. It is unclear how many women are chosen at random each day as the number has never been consistent but as a woman, to die a Meat Girl is a great honour.

You would die for the good of Humanity.

Jennifer spent the entire afternoon reading before finishing the book. She closed it, sighing as she deposited her notes and got ready to go home. Thankfully the book was short but had given her everything she needed. Jennifer got up, stretching her slim body to get the blood flowing, and made to leave.

“Jennifer,” the librarian said suddenly, “Honey, stop a moment.”

Jennifer turned, raising an eyebrow and pushing up her nerdy glasses. “What's wrong?” she asked as the slim, rather young, librarian approached the twenty-one-year-old. Obesity was illegal in an adult female seeing as they could become Meat Animals at any given time so regular exercise was mandatory.

Jennifer shuddered as the lady took a hold of her ear and hummed in curiosity. “Your tag,” she stated, “It's red.”

“It is?” Jennifer held her hand up to her ear and sure enough a red glow was noticeable on her pale palm. “Well gosh, I wasted an entire afternoon studying.” It was blue this morning, she had seen it in the mirror. Jennifer looked back towards the librarian with an annoyed expression.

“Well,” the Librarian clapped her hands, “As a free citizen I'm required by law to tell you to strip, animals don't wear clothes.”

Jennifer blushed and held her arms to her small chest. “C-can't I do it at home?”

“Nope,” the Librarian didn't wait before grabbing the bottom of Jennifer's modest blouse and lifting it over her heard. Jennifer squealed, covering herself. “Come on Jennifer no need to be modest, Meat Girls don't need to be.”

Jennifer took a steadying breath. Sure her life was over but that didn't mean she had to feel sad. A woman's life was nothing to cry over, and she had been raised properly to understand that if her number came up she should feel nothing but pride. With one movement she unclipped her bra and slid it off her shoulders before quickly pulling down her trousers and knickers and stepping out of them. At that moment she realised she had left her sandals under the desk.

“At a girl,” the Librarian gathered up Jennifer's discarded clothing, now totally useless to her anyway. “I'll have these donated for you, go do what you need to sweetheart, good luck.” The woman stepped forward, kissing Jennifer softly on the lips. “I bet you'll taste great.” Jennifer felt a hand clasp her round backside, squeezing it, before the Librarian turned and let her go.

Jennifer, blushing heavily, took her leave and entered the still crowded hallway outside though nobody looked at her twice. Even among Blue Tags it wasn't uncommon for a woman to forsake clothing. 60% of women were processed before they turned thirty so a lot of women just didn't bother with false modesty when there was a good chance they'd end up Slaughtered.

While In this day and age a naked woman was common Jennifer couldn't help thinking that she was suddenly noticing more naked women now, like when she had first got her glasses she started noticing people wearing them a lot more too.

Jennifer left the campus. Red Tags were afforded a lot of privileges and one of those was free public transport. While waiting at the nearby bus stop, she nervously smiled at a guy as he approached, sitting beside her. “Hey,” he said, looking a little shy himself.

Jennifer couldn't suppress a scoff of amusement. Naked in broad daylight with a red tag that basically gave her a week to live and all this guy could say was 'Hey?' He could do all manner of things and yet all he did was say 'Hey?' Technically not being human she couldn't be raped. It wasn't uncommon for Meat Girls to be sexually assaulted but because they have no human rights, nobody would care.

Such was the mental divide between Human and Meat Animal.

Jennifer didn't know how to reply to his possibly sincere question. It was like a switch had been triggered in her mind. The years of being prepared for the moment her number came up as far back as nursery assured her that she was indeed an animal now and that nobody would bat an eye when an animal acted on instinct.

At nursery the female teachers were forced to be naked and were also actively encouraged to put the little girls in situations where they would also end up naked. Jennifer remembered asking to go to the toilet only for the female attendant to remove her dress entirely before pulling down her knickers. She never did see those clothes again.

As the wind caressed her petite, naked body Jennifer bit her bottom lip and faced the young man. “Hey,” she finally said back. Just then the bus pulled in and the guy shook his head when she asked if he was getting on. She felt somewhat disappointed, he was cute in a nerdy sort of way.

Jennifer simply walked on and stood at the front of the bus. Every eye was on her naked body and it was exciting. More than a couple of men were leering at her and a single elderly woman gave her a knowing smile. Lucky old bag, getting to reach old age. One little boy had a noticeable tent in his shorts.

Jennifer moved towards the back of the bus but then stopped beside the little boy. His mother wasn't looking at her but her son was and a wicked thought entered her brain. She looked at the floor and spotted a pound coin, a smile crossed her lips then she bent over, her bottom facing the little boy whose cheeks had now gone a deep shade of crimson.

Jennifer stood herself back up and then bent down in front of the child, her smallish breasts hanging just inches from his eyes. “Here,” she and took his soft little hand in hers then placed the coin in it. The boy gulped loudly and a small wet spot had appeared in his shorts. A small chuckle of amusement from the old lady was heard behind Jennifer but nothing more happened.

Jennifer continued towards the back seats, hot with arousal and excitement, and almost instantly a few of the men who had been eyeing her up moved to join her. They sat at either side of her and Jennifer just knew that they were going to do something to her.

“How long have you been Red?” one asked after a minute of staring in silence and Jennifer thought for a moment.

“Ten, maybe fifteen minutes since I found out,” she said simply and the guy smiled.

“Fresh Meat then,” he ran a hand along her thigh and Jennifer blushed even harder, she could fight him but nobody would stick up for her now that she was an animal. “You're pretty sexy for a flat piece of Meat. I think you need some tenderising, what do you say?” Jennifer almost said yes, but she had plans now that she was Red.

“I'm going home sorry,” she simply said, “I want to see my family before I go.”

“Fair enough,” the guy sighed. They took the hint thankfully, well for the most part. Jennifer wasn't a virgin, a girl never kept her virginity for long in this day and age, but letting these boys happily roam over her naked body was new. They were touching every exposed part of her and even going as far as stroking her slightly hairy pussy, it was intoxicating for how debasing it was.

She was brought to orgasm on that bus ride where she came into a strangers hand. Jennifer felt giddy with excitement however. Embarrassed as she was she loved every sordid second of it. They actually moaned when she got up to leave but one of them reached over to smack her butt one last time before she got off. Jennifer waved back at them as the bus drove away then walked the rest of the way home just as it was starting to get dark.

“Mum,” she called into the hallway, “Come see what happened to me...”


Forgot to add the content tags to this story. (MF, Ff, guro, cannibal, snuff, consensual, non-consensual, exhibitionism)

Chapter Two: Celebratory Hanging

Jennifer's mother, Jenna, appeared from the kitchen in naught but an apron. Being married, her life was given to her husband, Jennifer's father, and he had declared that her mother had no need of clothing. By his right as her father he could have easily imposed this rule on Jennifer but had decided not too.

“Oh my gosh you're Red!” Jenna exclaimed in delight. She walked over and embraced her naked daughter. “I can't believe it honey, good for you!” Jennifer blushed, never good at receiving praise. “So,” her mother continued, “When are you going to report in?”

Jennifer shrugged her shoulders. “I honestly don't know, a part of me is eager to get it over with but-”

“But another part of you wants to live?” Jennifer nodded and her mother smiled, “There's no shame in it but I didn't raise a coward, you won't try to run will you?”

Jennifer shook her head quickly. “No way, I'm not that selfish!” Becoming a Black Tag wasn't as simple as being on the run. Every female, woman and child, in the immediate family would be slaughtered in retaliation if the girl was found to be actively avoiding her impending slaughter.

“That's my girl,” Jenna said proudly. Jennifer almost recoiled when her mother kissed her full on the lips, then she reminded herself that she was a Meat Girl now, an animal, and this woman was no longer her mother. It still felt strange to be kissing her mother like this however. “Oh honey you're so beautiful.”

Just then the door opened and Jennifer's father, Albert, arrived home from work. “Oh my god it's actually happening,” he pulled out his phone and waved it in front of them, “My app went off when your tag went red, Jennifer I'm so proud!”

“Mum, what's going on?” Jessica looked at the staircase from which her younger sister, Abby, had descended. The girl was fourteen and still in her school uniform.

“Well Abby,” Jennifer felt her father turn her towards Abby, “You're getting a bigger room, Jennifer's number came up.” He indicated to her red tag and Abby looked a little shocked. Jennifer looked at Abby's tag, still Blue brought her some relief.

“No way, sis,” Abby ran down the stairs wrapped her arms around her naked sister, “I'll miss you.”

“We all will,” her father assured her, “But we'll save you the best cut, since you're doing so well in school lately.” Jennifer felt her father, or rather 'once father', run his finger between her slit. “We'll have to burn that hair off I think.” He slapped her butt and had her follow him into the kitchen. He had his family sit around the breakfast bar, his naked wife and Meat Girl daughter along with his youngest and soon to be only child.

“So when I got the alert on my app I called a few friends,” he suddenly stated, “We're going to have a barbecue.”

“But dad,” Jennifer protested, “I still have time before you can snuff me without my consent?”

“I know honey don't worry,” he then looked to the girls mother and smiled, “We'll be roasting your mother tonight.”

The two girls looked wide-eyed at their mother who seemed just as shocked. “Honey I'm eleven years out of date,” she explained, referring to the fact that she wasn't on the lottery any more due to turning thirty over a decade ago, “Nobody wants to eat my old body surely?”

“My love you have a perfect body for forty-one,” he reminded her, “Nobody will care, I bet more than a few of my friends have been wanting to sink their teeth into those tits of yours before they get saggy.” Jennifer blushed, staring down at her mother's hefty boobs. He was right though, her regular exercise and good diet meant that the girls mother had the body of a woman in her twenties.

“Doesn't she have a choice?” Abby piped up, staring at her parents with confusion, “Like, can't she just say no?”

“No Abby I'm her husband,” Albert explained, “It should be her honour to feed her family, right dear?”

“Of course,” Jennifer watched as her mother stood up and took off her apron. Jennifer had seen her mother naked all her life but now it felt strange to be joining her in forced nudity.

“We have an hour to get things set up, I'd like to snuff you as entertainment for our guests but I'll let you choose the method if you-”

“Hang me,” Jenna cut in quickly. Jennifer was taken aback by her decisiveness on how she wanted to die. She looked to her father who was chuckling.

“Alright then my love,” he looked towards Abby who gave him a pitiable stare. The girl was still young and naïve, she didn't grasp what an honour it was for a woman to give her life for the greater good and especially to feed her family. “Abby, go get some rope from the shed outside, we'll use a tree in the garden to hang your mother from it.”

“Dad I don't want mum to die,” the teenager sobbed, her bottom lip quivering.

Mother and father exchanged pitied looks. Jenna approached Abby so that she could hold her daughter in her arms. “Some day,” she said softly into Abby's ear, “I hope one day you'll understand how proud I am to do this.”

“Remember, I'm a woman, our lives mean very little,” she added, “And you're both old enough now that you don't need me around,” she kissed Abby on the head and sent her to get the rope. “Don't mourn me, just enjoy my meat and I'll he as happy as can be.”

Abby left through the kitchen door, leaving Albert with his two Meat Girls. “Right then ladies,” he stood up and looked at Jennifer. “Sit on the table Jennifer, we'll see about that pussy hair of yours.” Jennifer nodded, eyeing her mothers bald sex. She obviously kept it short on her father's orders. From a tool drawer he produced a blowtorch and set it to a low flame.

Jennifer sat on the table, legs wide open for her father. He eyed her pussy hungrily, perhaps for pleasure and nourishment, but snapped out of it quickly. “Hold still,” he warned the Meat Girl, “I do this all the time, it won't hurt a bit if you don't move.”

Sure enough it didn't, yes there was a hot sensation but it was bearable and maybe even pleasant. The hairs burned away safely and quickly, leaving only the smell of burnt hair and a light smoking from her nether region. Jennifer gasped when he ran his hand over the now bald patch. Jennifer twitched her legs, making to close them but being stopped by his shoulders.

“Easy Girl,” he said with a chuckle, slapping her side hard.

Jennifer blushed, biting her bottom lip nervously. Fucking her father seemed so wrong but then remembered that she wasn't a human any more, or his daughter, and once again the mindset that been drilled into her throughout her life told her to just let go of these taboos and enjoy what time she had left.

“Fuck him all you like, you're going to die soon anyway,” she told herself.

Abby came back in just as the blowtorch was put away. In her small hands she held a large length of rope which Albert took with a happy smile. “Good girl,” he told her, ruffling her short mop of hair, “Will you help daddy set it up?” Abby looked at her mother, who just smiled assuringly, so the girl nodded.

“One more thing Abby,” he twirled his finger at her, “Take off your school uniform and underwear, don't want them getting dirty while we work.”

“Don't lie too her Albert,” Jenna said with a short laugh then turned to Abby, “Honey, it's tradition for women to be naked at a barbecue.” Abby stood still, nervously looking at the naked grown women in her family and turning a deep shade of crimson. “Abby, you can't say no to your father remember?”

Abby gave a small nod, a brave look on her young face. Jennifer watched with a mixture of pride and arousal as the little girl began to strip. First her school jacket came off, exposing a white buttoned up blouse which she began to unbutton slowly. A small whimper escaped her as she opened the blouse however then she covered herself instead of removing it.

Jennifer watched as her mother gently took the shy girl's arms and moved them to her side before sliding the blouse off her small, immature frame. The girl had no bra, being totally flat even at fourteen, and Jennifer thought her whole body would soon be blushing. Teenage girls were the worst for false modesty and Jennifer had been stripped naked randomly all throughout puberty by her mum and dad to fix that.

Now that Abby was a teenager it was time for her to stop being so modest and let the world see her beautiful body as it grew. Nudity wasn't sexual and although Abby was a free girl she was still under the control of her father. He couldn't legally fuck her until she turned eighteen unless she went Red of course. Laws of paedophilia didn't extend to animals and all Meat Girls, regardless of age, were animals.

“We're women,” her mother said softly, “Until you get married you belong to your father, obeying him is something you should be proud of doing.” Next Jenna took Abby's small skirt in her hands and slowly lowered it along with her knickers.

“No!” Abby said in protest, grabbing her mother's wrists but her mother just pulled it down with brute force. Finally, she was naked having been barefoot when she came downstairs, and the small teenager stepped out of her skirt. Jenna clasped the girl's tight little bottom, pulling her naked daughter in close and placing a very soft kiss on her full lips.

“My beautiful girl,” she said proudly, as she stroked Abby's boyish mop of hair, “My beautiful girls, even.” She looked at Jennifer and Abby in turn then she seemed to swell with pride. “We've raised two wonderful ladies Albert, I can die happy just knowing that.”

“We have my love,” he nodded in agreement and took Abby by her bare shoulders, “Let's go get the rope set up pumpkin.”

Together the entire family went out into the evening sun. A cool breeze had chased away the heat of the day and the sky was turning a warm shade of orange. It was a pleasant evening to watch her mother die. The two doomed females sat on the grass while Albert and Abby worked.

Jennifer wanted to be held by her mother one last time, so she moved her head onto her mother's lap and lay on the grass on her back. Jenna began to stroke her eldest daughters hair. “So when are you going to report in?” Jenna asked out of the blue.

“I'll just go when I feel like it,” she decided, “No real reason to rush it, I'd rather live before I die.”

“That's my girl,” she stroked her daughters arm gently, “Goodness, I wonder how Abby will cope living with your father when it's just the two of them.”

“They'll be fine,” Jennifer said hopefully, “She's such a tomboy, I bet they'll have a blast.”

“Yeah but now that she's a teenager he'll start getting her naked like we did with you,” the two women exchanged wicked glares, “Lucky girl, I bet he'll fuck her before long.”

“I'm just going to get the camera,” Albert had walked up to them. Jennifer looked at the tree and saw that Abby was tying the rope around the tree trunk while a well-made noose hung on the other end. The teenager's naked body now glistened with sweat and Jennifer found herself eager to hold her like this.

“Later,” she told herself, “Let her get used to being naked first.”

The reason for the camera was for more than just filming the snuff. If a man decided to snuff his wife or any one of his daughters he was required to film it by law and send the video in as proof that he killed his wife legally. If a woman suddenly went missing with no proof as to her slaughter it would count as a waste of food. In an age of dwindling food supplies this was one of the crimes a man could be slaughtered for.

Of course the videos were all on a public database. Jennifer recalled watching her first snuff video at age twelve in school. It had scarred her at first to see the line of women all be disembowelled one by one but all throughout it their naked teacher kept on saying what a wonderful thing they were doing for Humanity.

They were told it was okay to be aroused by this, that it was okay to look forward to their own Slaughter. That dying for Humanity was the best thing a woman could hope to do and there was nothing horrific about it. Since that day, Jennifer had developed what some would call a 'healthy' obsession with snuff.

Jennifer eyed the noose and then looked at her mother. “I want to be the one who tends to you while you go,” she said suddenly, earning at first a look of shock from her mother but then the woman smiled happily.

“That would be wonderful darling.”

At last all the preparations where complete and the first of the guests arrived. Of course ever female in attendance was naked, as was a tradition for barbecues, so there was a mass of exposed flesh as wives spoke to one another and the children played. “Hi Jennifer,” the girl's aunt came and hugged her doomed niece, “Are you holding up okay, there's no shame in being scared?”

“I'm excited,” Jennifer readily admitted, “But tonight is about Mum, I'm going to be her Butcher.”

“I can think of no one better, you'd been training to be a Butcher in college right?” Jennifer nodded, “I suppose it's a shame you won't get to be one, at least you have tonight.”

Jennifer hugged her naked auntie once more before she went to see her sister. As the sun finally set the outdoor solar lamps came on, fully charged for the evening. The tree which her mother would soon hang from had a few surrounding it, giving the guests a good look at the naked woman who now stood upon a simple stool with her hands tied behind her back.

Unable to cover herself, doomed to die naked for the amusement of guests. The woman was humiliated but that only added to her excitement.

Jennifer stood beside her, both women naked before the crowd of friends and family. “Tonight we gather here to say farewell to my mother,” Jennifer began a traditional speech of thanks and respect for the Meat about to die, “Though I myself am destined to become Meat, it is my honour to still be regarded as her daughter and my pleasure to snuff her tonight.”

“For the good of Humanity!” Jennifer said loudly.

“For the good of Humanity!” her audience replied.

Jennifer turned to face her mother, stepping on the stool with her so that she could reach for the noose and slip it around her neck. She tightened it then stepped off the stool. “I love you so much,” she said quietly to her mother who just smiled lovingly down at her eldest daughter. Jennifer took a step back and put one foot on the stool, ready to kick it.

“Ready?” she asked her noosed mother who nodded with an excited smile. “Alright, goodbye mum.”

With a strong kick the stool was pushed aside. Jenna lowered only slightly, a painful grunt escaping her as her short drop came to a sudden stop. Jennifer took a few steps back to admire her handiwork. Her mother swung lazily on the noose, not yet panicking but more hanging with a happy smile.

Then her body began to demand air and the naked woman started to dance on the noose, earning cheers and claps from the gathered crowd. Her hefty breasts bounced as she convulsed, her long shapely legs kicked and her face began to turn blue ever so slowly.

Jennifer stood with Abby in front of her. She tried to turn away but Jennifer kept her head straight, it would most likely be her duty as a woman to die for Humanity so watching this now would get her used to the idea. Jennifer moved a hand to one of Abby's small nipples, taking it in her fingers and gently massaging it. The small teenager moaned, fighting for only a moment as pleasure racked her immature body.

Jennifer moved the girl's hand between her legs, encouraging Abby to masturbate. “There's nothing wrong with finding this arousing,” she whispered as their mother kicked and swung on the noose, “The other girls are doing it.” Abby looked around nervously and say that most other girls were indeed frigging their little cunts to orgasm. Some were younger than her.

Abby gave in to the pleasure and began to masturbate while her older sister played with her nipples. Soon though Jennifer had to let her go, the dance had begun and it was time to honour the Meat.

Jennifer, with practised hands, held her mother's legs steady before leaning in and planting her lips upon her mothers pussy. It was already moist and the daughter lapped up what juices she could before slipping her tongue between her mother's slit. A pained chocking sound was all she got but her twitching became slightly less frantic as pleasure overtook her dying body.

Jennifer wrapped her hands around the woman, clasping her fleshy butt in both hands so that she could push the woman into her face but being careful not lift her by accident. She slipped her tongue in as deep as it would go, took her clitoris between her teeth and even scratched down her backside, doing everything she could to make sure the woman was feeling her ministrations.

The woman came and her juices gushed into her daughters waiting mouth. She took as much as she could manage before allowing the remainder to coat her face then drip down her naked body. Her mother's body was beginning to twitch much less and Jennifer stood back just in time for a stream of golden piss to run down her mother's legs.

“Not long now,” she said to her dying mum, “Thank you for the Meat, mother.” Not long later and the woman was hanging limp. Dead and ready to go on the spit.


Chapter Three: The Black Tag

Jennifer awoke early the next morning. Nestled in front of her was Abby, her younger sister, who had climbed into her bed sometime in the night. It was understandable, both girls had lost their mother when their father decided to snuff her in celebration of Jennifer's impending slaughter. Soon this tomboyish girl would be a motherless, only child.

Jennifer slid out of the bed and stretched her naked body, leaving Abby sleeping in her pyjamas. By law Jennifer was a Meat Girl, an animal in the eyes of society, which meant she had no right to clothing. The naked twenty-one-year-old left her bedroom and went downstairs. Her mother had fed a lot of people last night but there was still leftovers. The bones were useful as stock but most families buried them like they had done along with the head.

It had been a sombre end to a night of good cheer. This was the final act of respect given to a loving mother who had now fed her family and friends, dying as a noble Meat Girl. Of course a proper gravestone would be prepared but for now the grave was marked with a simple wooden cross.

Jennifer had been honoured to be allowed to de-bone the leftovers while her father and Abby, who was still naked at the time, dug the grave once everyone had left. As she peered at the cross from the kitchen window Jennifer decided that she wanted her bones and head to be buried beside her mothers.

Jennifer opened the fridge and began to prepare some thick cuts of bacon from a part of her mother's now de-boned body. The smell of cooked meat roused the rest of the house and sure enough Abby and her father came downstairs not long before the long bacon and eggs were ready.

Jennifer plated up and served the food. “Thanks mum,” she heard Abby say before piercing a greasy slab of meat and biting into it. Albert, the girls loving father, watched as his daughter happily partook in the meat that had once been his wife. He had allowed Abby to dress after the barbecue though Jennifer knew he would have her naked again before long.

“So, any plans today Jennifer?” he asked his eldest daughter.

Jennifer, who was cutting up her bacon, shrugged her bare shoulders. “I don't have money to go on a trip like some people, if it's okay with you I'll just hang around a little longer?”

“So long as you don't become a Black Tag,” he said with warning tone, “You know what will happen to Abby if you become a Black Tag right?”

“I know dad,” Jennifer assured him, “I'd never do that to Abby.” Abby smiled at her sister, Jennifer smiled back. Execution wasn't the same as being Slaughtered. Being Slaughtered was meant to be erotic, even fun, for the brainwashed women of the 23rd century while an execution was meant to humiliate and torture the victim.

The now family of three finished their breakfast in good cheer. The afternoon rolled in slowly and Jennifer was bored. After lunch, Abby approached her sister who had been snoozing on the sofa.

“Let's go out,” she said excitedly, getting to her knees and resting her head in her arms as she leaned on the sofa, “I'm bored!”

“I have no money,” Jennifer said with a sorry smile, “Animals don't need it.”

“Stop calling yourself an animal,” Abby retorted angrily, “You're my big sister.” Jennifer hummed in amusement, oh to be a naive again. Abby crawled onto the sofa and lay with her arm across Jennifer's naked chest, who wrapped an arm around the little girl. Abby's eyes were closed as she relaxed in her older sisters warm embrace.

“Here,” Albert came into the room, offering the girls some money, “This was your mothers allowance for the week but you can have it.”

“Dad there's, like, two hundred pounds in here?” Abby stated in shock after counting it.

“Well yeah, I loved your mother,” he said with a shrug, “Go on, have fun.” Jennifer smiled, although he had technically 'owned' his mother in marriage she was given every freedom a single woman was afforded. He was a terrific, fair and loving father who only wanted his daughters to be raised properly and to be proud of their roles in society as women.

The two girls departed the house, taking a bus to the city centre where they would grab some lunch and maybe buy clothes for Abby. Once again being naked in public was a little embarrassing but Jennifer still felt an erotic rush of excitement when people stared at her naked body.

Abby sat beside her on the bus which meant Jennifer was left alone. She felt slight disappointment as her bus ride home last night had been fun. When they arrived at the city centre Abby led Jennifer to a small cafe that she and her friends ate at for lunch sometimes. Their father had always been well off and could afford to give his girls a large allowance so long as they did their chores and did well in their studies.

They partook in a delicious cunt steak sandwich with thick cut chips and a side of peas before ending it with a large ice cream sundae each. “Remember what dad said?” Jennifer said to Abby after finishing their meal, “You'll be getting my best cut.”

Jennifer ran her hands along her bare pussy as they left and Abby squealed in disgust. “Stop it you pervert,” she giggled, “You can't do that in public right?”

“I'm an animal, we do whatever the fuck we want,” Abby blushed as Jennifer stuck a finger inside her own, now moist, cunt.

“You're so bad,” Abby moved away quickly from her perverted older sister so Jennifer ran to catch up. Suddenly the girl stopped before a large crowd and when Jennifer looked towards the head of it her face paled.

Two naked females were standing on stage, hands bound behind their backs while one woman was kept apart from them. She had been whipped, clearly, and when Jennifer looked closer she saw the undeniable tint of a Black Tag.

This was the execution of an entire family. “Let's go,” Abby said nervously, “I don't wanna see this.” Jennifer grabbed her sisters hand, giving her a hard stare.

“Haven't they shown you a Black Tag Execution in High School yet?” Abby shook her head to Jennifer's question which caused the older sister to click her tongue, what was this country coming too? “Then you need to see this, to understand what happens when some selfish bitch thinks their better than other Meat Girls.”

Jennifer, being the snuff loving Butcher in training that she had once been, was eager to see justice be done. She pitied the family of the Black Tag of course but these laws were made to keep Humanity sustainable and nobody was above the law. The saddest thing was that a young girl was bound for Execution. She couldn't have been more than eleven. It was so rare for a child that young to be snuffed, some saw it as a rare treat.

A woman approached in what looked like sexy BDSM gear, she was clearly the Executioner. “This woman,” she said venomously, grabbing the Black Tag by her long mop of black hair and pulling her along the floor to the front of the stage, “Thinks she is too good to become meat,” the bound Black Tag moaned in pain as she was forced to stand, “The law is clear, her family is now forfeit.”

The Black Tag was tied to a post and made to watch as the executioner approached the first member of her family. This little girl was to go first it seemed and Jennifer pitied her the most. She was a thin little thing, not a boob to her name and no hips.

“Step forward Meat,” she said to the girl, “You are to die by impalement.”

Murmuring ran through the crowd. Impalement was a painful way to die and the doomed little girl knew it. “Stand still,” she said to the girl just before they reached the podium where she would be lowered onto a long metal spike from. The executioner bent down and waved over an aide who handed her a piercing tool from a table laid with several other nasty looking implements.

She opened the girl's pussy lips and pulled back her clitoral hood, baring her most private space to the still murmuring crowd. The gun was placed over her clitoris and when the needle jammed through it the young girl cried out in pain.

“For you I will show some mercy,” the woman offered, her voice gentle, “As you are impaled this ring will vibrate, bringing you to orgasm as you die, the pain will be lessened.” The Executioner stood up and kissed the girl on the cheek, a goodbye kiss.

“Th-thank you,” the quivering girl said as the ring started to vibrate. “Brave little darling,” Jennifer thought. Next the girl was led up the podium to a trapdoor that had a small hole in the centre through which poked a long, cruel spike. The girl stood over it and the spikes' height was adjusted so that it just entered her moist cunt.

The girl squirmed as it began to enter her. “Once it reaches your diaphragm we will open the trap door,” the executioner explained, “Then you will be left to die for however long it takes.” Without another word she left her alone to her fate as the spike made its way slowly inside her, unimpeded due to the powerful hydraulic machine pushing it.

Once the spike was secure, and she was unable to climb off, an aide freed her hands and placed them on her spread open cunt. This was the last act of mercy, assuring her that she could masturbate on the spike to her hearts content. “That's right sweetheart,” Jennifer whispered under her breath as the girl began to masturbate in front of the crowd, “We're animals, don't be ashamed.”

Next came the mother. The elderly were spared from public execution if someone in their family went Black, the idea was to execute the attractive members in public to gather a crowd and enforce the law better. If there was a grandmother in the family, chances are she was already dead by lethal injection and buried.

“Your daughter is scum,” the executioner said bluntly, “And you are a failure as a mother.” The executioner led her to a large wooden rack attached to a guillotine. “You are to be beheaded but not before you are punished for raising such a cowardly little cunt of a daughter.”

The woman was forced to lie on the rack and her arms and legs were bound to a corner each, leaving her spread and open to whatever torture was coming her way. “I am going to cut off your legs,” the woman traced the mother's thigh, “And your arms,” she stroked up her arm as she circled the rack, “And then, when you are close to bleeding out, I will behead you.”

The mother was kissed goodbye on the forehead. The rack was raised so that the crowd could see the dismemberments though the guillotine would work regardless, it was an upgraded model.

Suddenly a loud, piercing scream rang across the crowded street as the little Meat Girl fell through the trapdoor. The spike pierced her internally and now she would slowly die. She shook and screamed louder as an orgasm racked her tortured little body, the clean metal underneath her impaled cunt glistened with girl juice. The Black Tag's head fell forward as she sobbed pitifully, unable to watch her kid sister slowly die.

The Executioner picked up a machete from a table of implements. “I will dismember you with one strike on each limb, it will be clean.”

Jennifer watched as the blade was raised then quickly lowered. A dull thumb followed a loud crack as the sharp blade cut cleanly through her leg, bone and all. Blood spurted from the open wound and the woman let out a blood-curdling scream. The executioner was sprayed with the gushing blood from the open wound but didn't seem to care.

She circled around and raised the blade above the mother's arm before cutting that off too. The severed limbs dangled limply in their bonds and her body tilted to one side as she was effectively freed from the bonds. She was held in place by the strap on her neck keeping her in line with guillotine blade. She began to choke as her body tried to fall.

The girl on the spike had another orgasm. There was a bulge in her stomach which was going further up, almost reaching her chest. Executioners were skilled at taking lives in cruel ways, the spike would miss her heart and, with luck, come out of her mouth so that she could be easily roasted. At the very least the females would be used though a worse fate awaited the Black Tag.

The mother's last leg was cut off and her screams began to die down as she lost consciousness. She would die soon, one way or another. Jennifer placed her hand between her open legs and started to frig herself off to the gory sight before her. Abby was standing in front of her, transfixed to the brutal scene with a look of fear on her young face.

Jennifer steeled herself, better to see this now and understand the consequences than ever think of going Black.

As the mother's last limb was cut from her body, Jennifer came into her hand. Someone beside her noticed. He reached between her legs, sticking two fingers inside her still moist cunt. Jennifer was too horny to stop him so the Meat Girl allowed this to happen.

Jennifer looked back at the girl dying on the spike. Her face was contorted in pain, and yet, she was masturbating in front of the entire crowd, eager to feel pleasure if it numbed the pain. The strangers hand between Jennifer's legs probed deep with rugged manly fingers well versed in pleasuring a woman. Jennifer grabbed his hand and began to thrust, humping it as she rode the waves of pleasure in this crowded street.

Of course her actions had garnered more attention and eventually she felt hands all over her body, groping her breasts and bottom alike which only served to arouse the animalistic Meat Girl more. Abby took notice of course but the poor girl just blushed and looked away. Finally, the blade of the guillotine was released and it cut off the suffering mothers head in one clean downward motion.

The dismembered body slumped off the wrack and landed in a pool of blood that had dripped onto the floor below. With a pained gurgle the spike finally left the impaled girls mouth. It was mercifully quick, Jennifer had heard that impalement could last for hours. She eyed the little girl's naked body, unnaturally straight thanks to the metal spike going through it. Her pussy was wet with her own juices and only a small trickle of blood ran down the spike.

The hand between Jennifer's legs brought her to one last orgasm as another stranger pulled and twisted her nipples. They weren't done though and a man moved in front of her, placing his hands under her arms to stop her from collapsing.

The Executioner finally approached the Black Tag who was still whimpering and crying. “They didn't have to die like that,” she was told, “You clearly valued your life over your family's though, so I will let you keep it.”

From her tool table the Executioner picked up a heavy looking metal collar and then fastened it around the Black Tags neck. “You are now a slave, less than Meat and less than Human,” a hard slap impacted with the sobbing girls cheek though she didn't react to it, “May whoever buys you treat you like the scum you are, slave!”

Slaves were the lowest of the low. Only Black Tags ever got that status and their days would be filled with hard labour and cruel torture, but they would live on just like they wanted too. From her studies as a Butcher Jennifer knew there was a couple more things to do before the Black Tag would be sold. The Executioner brought her blade to the Black Tags nipples, taking one in her fingers, before slicing it off cleanly.

As the woman screamed, blood seeping from the open wound, a hot iron was pressed into it to stop the bleeding. The same happened to other and the woman was effectively branded. Her last humiliation was a chastity belt, one where she could use the toilet easily but would never again be granted pleasure from her sensitive nipples or wanting cunt.

All she would ever feel again was pain, pain which she deserved. Jennifer felt only slight pity for the woman but all in all she was in agreement that this was a well-deserved punishment. Two innocent women died for her selfish act. As her final orgasm racked her body her eyes fell on Abby who couldn't watch the torture further and so settled on watching her sister be molested.

Their eyes locked and Jennifer smiled, feeling only love for her darling little sister. The teenager was watching with interest, her cheeks rosy with an adorable blush.

Jennifer didn't want to risk Abby dying like that...

Tomorrow she would go in for Processing...


Chapter Four: Choose your Method

Jennifer stood outside the local Processing Centre. It was fenced off my large brick walls that had been there back when this place was a prison. She had been here once before during her tagging and was happy to note that the old cells were now comfortable bedsits used as temporary housing for Red Tags until their time came.

Jennifer didn't know how she wanted to go yet, all she had decided on was having her bones buried beside her mother's. She still had roughly four or five days to decide but once she entered the Processing Plant and submitted herself, she would never leave alive.

Jennifer thought back to execution she had witnessed the day before and of how it scared her into coming here so that her kid sister Abby, who was here with her, could have the same luxury of choice should her number come up.

Jennifer squeezed her sister's hand for comfort who smiled back up at her big sister. “We don't need to do it now,” Abby tried to convince her, “You can come home then we can...I”

“No I have to do this now, no point in dragging it out,” Jennifer was trying to convince herself as well. Abby, still not fully grasping the honourable decision her sister was making, saw only a future without her and it broke her heart.

Abby broke out in tears, sobbing loudly outside the gates. Several other women on their way inside glanced at the crying teenager. “Abby,” Jennifer said sternly, “Women don't cry at Processing Centres, they die happily for the-”

“Fuck the good of Humanity!” she yelled loudly, “I just want my sister to live!”

That was a dangerous sentiment and already a few guards were looking their way. Jennifer hated to do this but it was for Abby's own good. She raised her hand and slapped her little sister across the cheek as hard as she dared.

“Quiet,” she hissed, “That's a dangerous thing to say you stupid little girl!” Jennifer took her sister by the shoulders and made her face her, “Say sorry, say it loudly and that you didn't mean it or these guards will come and take you away!”

Abby looked over at the men and sniffed loudly. “Sorry,” she said to them, “I-I didn't mean that, I'm just a little sad.”

“You have to let me go without a fuss now,” Jennifer bent down slightly and kissed Abby on the lips then turned away from her, “I hope you live a long and happy life.”

“Poor Abby,” Jennifer thought as she walked away, “I'll miss you so much as well.”

Jennifer stole one last look at her kid sister who waved, a forced smile on her pretty face. Jennifer waved back and approached the doors. “Just you?” the guard said to her and Jennifer nodded. Jennifer was buzzed inside and the doors closed behind her. She wished she had taken one last look at the sky before coming in here but it was too late. The only way she would leave here was as Meat.

“Hey sexy,” said a small voice at the reception desk, “I can already tell your high grade, why don't you come here so that we can get this done?”

Jennifer smiled at the bubbly receptionist. She was naked as well but a tag in her nipple showed that she was an employee and not for slaughter. “Name?” she asked when Jennifer approached.

“Jennifer Granger,” she told the woman.


“0078442,” she had memorised her ID since she was given it at her Tagging. The receptionist typed in her name and number.

“Red tagged two days ago?” Jennifer nodded to the question, “Says here you were a Butcher in training, good for you.”

“Thanks,” Jennifer beamed happily, it had been her dream to see the brave women who came here to their ideal deaths.

“Well, in your last grading you scored an A-,” the woman then stated, impressed with the score, “That's nothing to scoff at, all I ever see are B and C grades usually.” The woman typed something into her computer. “There, your slotted in for Tuesday, that's two days from now.”

“You mean I can't be snuffed today?” Jennifer asked and the woman shook her head.

“We get a lot of Meat Girls coming through here every day,” she was told, “We only have so many butchers to see to them,” she looked at Jennifer apologetically, “Don't worry, the Centre is quite luxurious so you won't be bored,” The woman smiled at Jennifer. “You should know that though right?” Jennifer nodded, she did know that.

The Receptionist then produced a piercing gun from under her desk and stuck a sticker with her grade and ID onto a plastic tag. Officially Jennifer didn't have a name any more, just an ID number and a grade. “Lean forward,” she told Jennifer. She couldn't help blushing when the Receptionist took her breast in her hand.

A sharp pain coursed through her nipple as the tag was applied and Jennifer was allowed to stand up. “In you get,” a small gate opened and Jennifer was allowed to pass into the Centre proper. The centre wasn't too crowded though each and every current resident was naked. Most of them were Meat Girls while some were staff like waitresses serving their honourable charges as they lived it up before they died.

In the centre of the room was a large pool where most of the women were situated, either swimming, playing or relaxing by the pool side. Jennifer looked up and was happy to see that this was an open courtyard, the sky wouldn't be gone forever after all. There were children running around as well, all as naked as their adult counterparts, and Jennifer watched as one was scooped up by a large breasted woman who proceeded to turn her catch around and hold her by her cute little butt as they kissed.

She descended the metal staircase, a relic from the old prison, into the courtyard and stood by the pool watching as the other Meat Girls enjoyed their final days or even hours. “Each and every single one of us is doomed,” she reminded herself, “And yet there's not a sad face among them.” She watched as the little girl was now laid down on the floor on her back while the woman climbed on top of her.

She spent the day by the pool. It seemed that her higher than normal grade drew some attention and more than a few Meat Girls wanted to see what an 'A' standard Meat Girl looked like. One was very hands on, touching every inch of Jennifer's body while another two held her down. Of course the children were curious too and quickly joined the adults in their fondling.

Her hands roamed her naked body, gently caressing her soft breasts or hairless cunt and bringing her to one sweet orgasm after the other. Neither one of those involved, including Jennifer herself, could refrain from laughing joyfully. Her day was filled with sex. She had never been attracted to girls before she became an animal but now that she was free to act as she pleased she found great pleasure in fucking another women in her position.

The day passed quickly and the evening meal was delicious, served in a large cafeteria. As she was heading to her room for the night Jennifer was happy, full and utterly spent sexually. It was then that she saw something that would dampen her day.

“No,” cried an unfamiliar voice, “Please I'm not ready yet, just one more day!”

“Come on love,” said a male, “Your times up, we can make it painless if that's what your worried about?”

Jennifer approached the source of the noise and found two guards wrestling with a Meat Girl in her room. It seemed it was her time but fear and nerves had taken hold of her. “Come on Meat, you don't want us to convert you to a Black Tag do you?”

“Hold on,” Jennifer approached them, “Can I try and talk her round?”

“Back to your cell Meat,” the Guard raised a cattle prod and buzzed it at her. Jennifer took a fearful step back.

“Hey new guy they're not prisoners you fucking idiot,” said the other, “You don't speak to a Meat Girl like that ever, you understand?” he thwacked his subordinate on the back of the head then faced Jennifer with a friendly smile. “Think you can convince her to come quietly, I'd hate to drag her family into this?”

Jennifer looked at the pathetic creature, naked and huddled against the far wall of her room. She was scared of dying. “There's no shame in it,” her mother's words rang through her mind and Jennifer nodded.

“I can convince her,” she promised them, “Lock the door and let us be alone, okay?”

The two men left and Jennifer sat herself on the comfortable bed, yearning for the one in her own room. “There's no shame in being scared,” Jennifer said to the woman, she looked a little older than her but not by much. She had a B+ grade on her breast, just a point below her own. “What are you afraid of?”

“Nothing,” she said simply, “I just want a little longer.”

“So do I,” Jennifer admitted, “I want to sit with my family at breakfast, I want to watch my little sister grow into a woman and see her walk down the isle then have beautiful children,” she stared whimsically into space, “But I can't, I'm going to die in two days and I intend on doing so with pride and honour, not crying and screaming like some spoilt little bitch.”

“Fuck you,” the woman spat, “Who are you anyway?”

“Just a Meat Girl who was training to be a Butcher,” Jennifer moved to sit, cross-legged, in front of the cowering Meat. “So, how do you want to die?”

“I don't want to die yet!”

“Yeah I know but you had to have given a preference before they came and got you right?” Jennifer chuckled, “Come on, what did you choose?”

The girl smiled nervously. “I-I wanted to be treated like cattle,” she admitted, “Hung upside down and disembowelled.”

“Old school, I like it,” Jennifer grinned at the woman, “You know they can numb the pain, they even pierce your clit with a vibrating ring so that you orgasm all the way down the line?”

“I know,” the woman snapped.

“So why are you fighting it?”

“Well I...I asked for a female Butcher to do it,” she admitted, “But there was none available tonight, so I asked to wait,” she shrugged her shoulders, “They said no and I just fought back but I guess that was selfish.”

“It is a little but selfish but I understand,” Jennifer smiled assuringly, “Hey, I was training to be Butcher remember, maybe they'll let me do it?”

The woman's eyes beamed with hope. “Yes,” she said excitedly, “If you can I'd be so happy.”

Jennifer stood up and offered the woman her hand which she gladly took. Together they left the cell and Jennifer relayed the Meat's final wishes. “Are you sure?” asked the senior of the two, “Do you even know how to disembowel a Cow properly?”

“I've had practice with dummies and cadavers,” Jennifer admitted, “But not on a live one.”

“It's easy, all you need to do is slice down and pull the guts out,” he told her, “We numb the area before hanging them, they'll still feel the ring on their cunts and anything above the neck but not much else.”

“So you're sure about doing this?” he asked again and Jennifer nodded, “Alright, come with us Meat.”

Jennifer and the other girl were led into a room filled with other girls, adults and children, who had chosen this method. They weren't even Meat Girls any more but simply Cows. There was an air of excitement in the room, some were smiling while some looked nervous but all were aroused at the idea of their impending death being so debasing.

It was intoxicating.

“Alright Cows,” shouted one of the men who brought her here, “In a moment your clitoris will be pierced with a ring that will make your last moments on Earth one hell of a ride, after that we'll hang you upside down and inject you with a tranquillizer that will numb you to the pain of your disembowelment.”

“Unless you want to feel it of course.”

A few nervous laughs sounded as the Cows got excited. Finally, they were told to line up for their piercing before they would be moved to the production line. Jennifer wanted to stay and watch all the lovely Cows squeal as their most sensitive organ was pierced but sadly she was instead guided to the next room.

“The Cows will come out from this side,” indicated a Butcher, a man wearing industry standard health and safety clothing such as a hairnet and face mask. “They won't be able to move their arms thanks to the injection, they'll still feel below the waist and above the neck though but don't ask me how that works.”

Jennifer nodded her understanding and he continued. “Remember these girls asked for this so don't hesitate to cut them open although try not to vomit from the smell, it'll catch you by surprise.”

Jennifer was kitted out in thick black gloves and given a freshly sharpened knife with a long blade. She twirled it in her hands and the Supervisor have her an approving look. “Good knife control,” he told her, “But can you actually cut correctly?” She was told to practice the motion before the first Cow came through.

“What about their preference?” Jennifer asked, “One Cow wants a girl to do it.”

“We know that, but they're Cows,” he grinned behind his mask, “They don't have a choice who guts them any more.” Jennifer couldn't help smiling at the light deception, to be denied their last human wish was...well...dehumanizing.

At last the Cows started to come through. They hung upside down, feet tied by rope with a hook holding them up by it. Their arms hung limply, almost comically, as they proceeded down the line and those with big boobs had it hardest. The line stopped once everyone had a Meat Girl in front of them and much to Jennifer's relief, she would be able to keep her promise.

“Hey,” she said to the girl she had convinced to come here but only received a smile.

“The Cows can't talk back,” the Supervisor indicated to his throat, “We've frozen their vocal cords.” Jennifer noticed that the Supervisor was fingering a Cow as he spoke to her, roughly inserting his fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Looking around, it seemed everyone was pleasuring their current Cow.

Jennifer smiled down at the Cow, twirling the blade in her hand again before raising it to the Cow's moist opening. Wordlessly she inserted the handle into her cunt and a soft gasp escaped the Cow as she was fucked with the knife handle. “Clever,” praised the Supervisor.

Jennifer smiled back at him and gave him a wink. Her Cow came quickly and when she did the Supervisor instructed her to end it during the orgasm. Jennifer didn't hesitate, all her life she had been eager to snuff a pretty girl and now it was happening. She cut into the smooth skin of the fit young woman then grabbed the handle with both hands and ran it down her stomach, stopping just short of her neck.

A look of pain and shock crossed the Cows face, a silent scream escaping her mouth. Jennifer loved it. She bent over and kissed the Cow on the lips, she responded for a few seconds before fading away. Next Jennifer got to work gutting her. The urge to vomit from the smell alone quickly rose though she fought through it.

Blood had spurted out of the wound, covering her front in it as she did her work. When an intestine wrapped itself around her arm she nearly threw up there and then as well but the naked Meat Girl had waited all her life for this, she was wasn't going to fuck up by looking unprofessional.

The Cow was cleaned out now, just Meat on the line. Jennifer watched her first kill disappear into its final destination where the head would be removed and preserved for burial by the family. The next Cow was a child and Jennifer suddenly wondered if she could kill a kid.

The little girl looked to be having the time of her life. Without a word Jennifer grabbed her firm little bottom in her hands and pulled her towards her, wrapping her lips around the easily accessible pussy on display. The girl managed to orgasm twice before Jennifer decided to stop. As the girl hung upside down she had a pleasant look on her face. Jennifer held the knife to her torso and looked down at the child.

Her eye twinkled happily and Jennifer took a steadying breath, sure that this was what she wanted. The girl then surprised Jennifer when she moved her arms and pulled herself towards Jennifer by the small of her back. The little girl had refused the numbing injection and was ready to truly feel the pain.

Suddenly small lips wrapped around Jennifer's clit and a little tongue began to play with it in her mouth. Jennifer gasped loudly, receiving amused smiles from the other Butchers. “Little Minx,” she said breathlessly as the child licked her pussy. Jennifer slapped her cute bottom hard, happily playing with this horny Meat Girl's little body.

Jennifer began to suck and lick on her small pussy again as her free hand twisted and pulled on the Meat Girl's small nipples. The child shuddered in orgasm just as Jennifer had her own and in that moment Jennifer pierced her stomach and gutted her. The girl looked to be in terrible pain but just as the light faded from her hazel eyes she smiled happily then died.

Eventually the last Cow was snuffed and Jennifer turned to look at the supervisor. She was covered almost head to toe in blood now, save for her back. He approached her and took her bottom in his hands, stroking her cute globes freely. “Not bad Meat,” he said to her, “Why don't you go shower?”

Jennifer found the showers and sighed happily under a torrent of hot water, watching as the blood ran off her naked body and down the drain. Suddenly hands wrapped around her and took her smallish breasts in their hands. Jennifer didn't try to fight, knowing it would do no good.

“You did good Meat Girl,” said a familiar voice behind her, it was the Supervisor. He had pulled her against his own naked body, his penis erect between her legs. “Now bend over meat, I'm going to take your ass while we talk.” Jennifer did as instructed, quite sure that this strong man could easily overpower her anyway. She felt his cock line up with her ass then he began to push past her cheeks and into her anus. Pain racked her young body soon to be replaced by pleasure.

“Watching you finger and gut those Cows was hot,” he said to her as he began to thrust, “Did you like it?” Jennifer managed to nod though her voice failed her, “Good, I think you have a future here,” he added, “Not as a Meat Girl however but as a Butcher.”

“Are you s-serious?” she managed to ask.

“Yep,” the man growled as he fucked her ass, “We don't have enough Butchers and to let one as gifted as you die would be a waste,” he began to fuck her harder, causing Jennifer to cry out in pain and pleasure, “So,” he said with another grunt, “What do you say?”

Jennifer couldn't stop smiling, the only reason she became a Butcher in the first place was because they were immune from Slaughter and even a Black Tag Execution of family members. To be a certified Butcher and earn immunity meant you had to stand above everyone else during training in and out of college which was why she never really made any friends.

When her status turned red a few short days ago she had been convinced that this was it and all she had to do was worry about how she wanted to die. But now there was no need. She would be the one doing the killing.

“Yes,” Jennifer said happily, “A thousand times yes!”

The man came, filling her ass with his seed. He didn't just up and leave however, next he brought her off with his mouth before helping Jennifer get clean. When she went to her room, thoroughly spent, Jennifer couldn't have been happier with her luck.


A month passed and Jennifer was now a fully fledged Butcher. She was a fast learner and even before becoming Meat she was top of her class. Women who worked for a Processing Centre weren't Meat Girls which meant her Humanity was restored although women were still forbidden from wearing clothes in a Processing Centre, Meat or not, so employees were pierced through the nipple with a name tag and job title similar to the grading and ID tag.

Jennifer had just finished with a Meat Girl. It had been a one on one snuff, they had made love at first before Jennifer grabbed a knife and cut her throat. The small bedsit was now covered in blood, it was like a crime scene in there and Jennifer was in desperate need of a shower which she took quickly, knowing full well that another Meat Girl was in need of a good death.

After showering, she was approached by the Supervisor however. “You've been requested by name,” he told her, “Head to room three.”

“Yes sir,” Jennifer said with a polite nod. She turned her naked body around and headed for the room. Who could have asked for her? She didn't really have friends because she had shunned everyone in her class in favour of getting the highest possible grades and most of her family lived out of the Centres pickup range.

Most, save for...

“Hey sis,” said a familiar person on the bed.

Jennifer's stomach did a back flip. “Abby!”


Chapter Five: Paying for Mistakes

Jennifer stared stupidly at her little sister as she sat, naked, on the bed. “Abby why are you here?” she asked but this was a dumb question, the only reason a girl arrived here naked was because their number had come up.

“Well you haven't been home since you told us you were a Butcher,” she said aloofly, “Nice belt by the way.” Jennifer looked down at her waist, the only item of clothing she was permitted to wear was a belt that held a knife, some rope and hand gel as well as an electric taser for complicated Meat Girls who tried to escape.

Abby got her attention again. “Anyway sis, my tag went red a week ago.” Jennifer snapped back to the situation at hand.

“Oh honey are you okay?” Jennifer moved to sit beside her naked kid sister. “I know you've always been a little sensitive to this whole Meat Girl thing.”

“I'm fine with it,” Abby assured her worried older sister, “But only if you're the one who kills me.”

Jennifer had an inkling that was why she was here. Final goodbyes weren't allowed in Processing Centres, even if someone in your family worked there, as it tended to cause second guesses and disruptions. Jennifer couldn't help wrapping her arms around Abby though, pulling the fourteen-year-old into a warm hug.

“I'd be honoured to send you off,” Jennifer said happily, “I'll do anything you want, any kind of scenario you can think of, I won't judge!” Abby sat with her hands on her lap now, looking nervously down at them. Jennifer smiled wickedly. “Do you have an idea already?”

“I-I want to be r-roasted alive, I've even donated myself to the Centre so you could enjoy my meat,” she slowly admitted, “Back when mum was cooking, the smells and the sight of her beautiful body turning a crispy brown,” she licked her lips at the tantalising thought, “It got me so horny, I came into your room that night wanting to fuck but I...I never worked up the courage.”

“Dirty girl,” Jennifer teased, “Wanting to fuck you sister.”

“Technically you weren't my sister at that point,” she corrected her, “Just an animal.”

“And here I was thinking you hated it when I called myself that.”

Abby slapped Jennifer on the arm. “Okay I get it I'm a hypocrite,” she said loudly, “But seriously, can you do it like this?”

“Of course, a spit roaster is one of the most basic tools we have,” she gave her sister a serious look now, “It can take you a while to die over the coals Abby, are you sure?”

“If I smell myself cooking that would be so hot,” Abby rubbed her thighs together, clearly getting aroused, “I also want you to have my cunt steak, for being such a good big sister.” Jennifer smiled at the offer and nodded, graciously accepting it. Jennifer left Abby alone to go find a spit. As Abby's Butcher, Jennifer would be in charge of making sure she was cooked.

That involved spitting her obviously but also making sure she kept turning on the electric rotisserie to cook evenly as well as basting her. There would be an audience of course, the cooking would be done by the pool so that every lady present, Meat included, could enjoy this meal seeing as Abby would be cooked on site over the usual slaughter and export of the carcass.

Within the hour an electronic spit was brought out. Jennifer was to return to Abby's cell and make sure she was ready to proceed. “I'm ready,” Abby said bravely, standing up from the bed and looking at her sister with confidence.

“Not so fast Meat,” Jennifer approached Abby, her beautiful little sister who meant everything to her as she was growing up, was now a Meat Girl. Without warning, she placed her hands between her sister's legs and fingered her already shaven pussy. Abby went a deep shade of red, her full lips parting as a small moan escaped her.

Jennifer leaned in, kissing her softly and using her free hand to stroke her beautiful, meaty backside. Abby moaned into Jennifer's open mouth as her clit was twisted by her sister. They parted and Jennifer smiled at Abby. “I'm going to tenderise you first,” she told her, “Lie down Meat.”

Abby shivered with excitement, knowing that she had no right to refuse seeing as she wasn't human any more. “When that spit goes in your cunt I'm going to be working your sweet pussy with my hand,” Jennifer told her, “You're going to cum as many times as I can make you before you finally die.”

“Th-thanks sis,” Abby gasped as Jennifer climbed on top of her, “I love you so much!”

Jennifer kissed her again, long and passionately. “I love you too Abby,” Jennifer kissed her again, this time pushing her fingers deep into her sister's sopping wet cunt. Abby would have screamed aloud if not for Jennifer's kissing.

She wasn't gentle to her sister either. As her hymen broke and her virginity was taken, blood began to soak her two fingers, but she didn't stop as this was nothing compared to how much blood she would get covered in with other girls. Abby had her first orgasm, one of the many more she would experience on the spit.

Jennifer began to grow restless however, Abby was nothing but Meat in hands now and her Butchers mindset played up. She couldn't wait to snuff her little sister now. Before she could stop herself Jennifer grabbed the long knife on her belt, drew it and run the sharp edge along Abby's little throat. Blood spurted from the wound, soaking Jennifer's front and a bloodthirsty smile spread over her lips.

Then the sudden realisation hit her. She had just killed Abby.

Abby lay naked on the bed as blood gushed from the open would, coughing and gasping. Jennifer stared down in shock at what she had done, she had dishonoured her own flesh and blood by taking her life this way. Her training kicked in and she started to frig her sister off again, desperate for her to feel one last orgasm before she died.

“Abby,” she gasped, “Abby I'm so sorry!”

Despite her shock and horror, a smile slowly crept up her lips. Though she couldn't speak she mouthed something, Jennifer felt hot tears run down her cheeks when she realised what she was trying to say.

“I love you.”

Abby came, it was the wettest and stickiest orgasm she had ever had. The little girl raised a blood stained hand and stroked down Jennifer's cheek before her body finally went limp...Abby was dead...


Jennifer walked into the crowded courtyard carrying Abby's body in her arms. The Supervisor was present and a look of shock spread over his face. “Jennifer, what have you done?” he said softly after walking up to her, “Did you slaughter this Meat against her last wishes?”

Jennifer nodded and lay Abby's body on the preparation table where she would have rammed the metal spit into her cunt then put her over the coals. Jennifer wiped tears from her eyes, succeeding only in getting blood on her face. Getting her teeth, she unfastened her belt and grabbed her tag, yanking it off her nipple.

Pain shot through her body though she didn't even flinch. “Take me instead,” she said, her voice shaky, “I offer my meat in place of my charges.”

“Jennifer your a trainee Butcher, this happens to everyone,” she was assured, “I've killed more than a few by accident during their tenderising, it happens.”

“She was my sister,” Jennifer then admitted and gasps rang through the crowd of Meat and employees, “I disgraced my own sister so now I'm going to make amends by going on the spit in her place.” Jennifer eyed her butchers tag. The pin was stained with blood and a bit of flesh from her torn nipple clung to it. She closed her eyes and threw it to the floor.

The Supervisor looked at the sobbing woman, a sympathetic look on his face. He approached Jennifer and held her in his arms, stroking her long hair gently. “As you wish Meat Girl,” he simply said then turned to his staff, “I want her sister's body on another spit, we'll eat her as planned along with Jennifer.”

He clapped his hands and looked back at Jennifer who was still crying. “You're doing a noble thing,” he assured her, “You're a fine Butcher Jennifer and I'm sad to see you go.” Jennifer watched as Abby's body was impaled by the spit. The other end came out through the gash in her neck so it was decided that she would have to be beheaded.

Abby's smile hadn't left her pretty face. It was a look far more pleasant than the pained look she often got from dead Meat Girls. Jennifer was allowed to hold the head as it was separated and when she held it in her hands, now cut from the body, she couldn't help planting one last kiss on Abby's smiling lips.

Jennifer was quickly hosed down and dried. Once the table was clean she was told to get on it where she knelt before leaning forward, ready to be impaled. “Any last words?” the Supervisor offered.

“If you spoil my meat or burn either one of us then I'll come back and fucking haunt this place,” Jennifer said, earning amused laughs from the audience. Her hands were unbound so when she felt the cold metal of the spit on her shaven pussy she couldn't help moving a hand between her legs and grabbing her clit.

The audience watched as the Meat Girl began to frig herself off as she was impaled. It felt wonderful at first as the spit filled her moist cunt and Jennifer managed to orgasm twice before it pierced through her womb. The pain was severe, near blinding, but the spit would stop any blood from leaking out.

Jennifer began to twist and pull her clit harder and harder, soon enough the pain only added to the pleasure. She could feel the eyes of every human and animal on her, watching as she tried to orgasm while having a spit rammed into her cunt. It was humiliating but intoxicating, she was an animal and animals did whatever the fuck they wanted.

Soon enough she felt the spit reach her throat and breathing became hard but manageable. She opened her mouth, looking down as the sharp, bloodied end of it poked out. Claps resounded as the spit came out perfectly, a testament to the skill of the Butcher in charge. Next a stabiliser was slid up the length of it which was basically a large inflatable butt plug designed to allow the whole body to rotate, not just the spit, once inserted into the meats anus.

Jennifer felt a hard slap on her exposed bottom, she tried to see who it was but the metal rod in her body prevented any movement save for her limbs. It was a strange feeling, being unable to even bend over or turn around.

“That's 'A' quality meat for you,” said a female voice, “Nice meaty rump and her tits look delicious,” the hand on her butt began to squeeze and rub her fleshy globes.

“But that cunt,” the woman had now bent down beside her. A soft warm feeling rode up the side of her wide open pussy and Jennifer began to masturbate again. “She's going to be so fucking tasty.”

“Look she's going again,” laughed a man in the crowd, “Dirty beast.”

“Should we tie her hands?” offered the female but was told no.

“We'll tie them when she's done, she was our friend after all.”

Jennifer's heart skipped a beat. She would soon be dead and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The spit impaling her was the only thing keeping her alive, ironically enough, and the second someone removed it she would most likely bleed out. Suddenly she felt her feet being manhandled so that a Butcher could bind them with rope.

“Can't have her feet dragging in the coals,” he explained, “Burnt foot is disgusting.”

“You like feet?” asked another Butcher, “I always feed it to my dogs.”

“No way, de-boned and de-nailed toes taste great with veggies on skewers!”

“I'd much rather have a tit,” said another new voice, “They don't look too fatty either, damn near perfect.”

Jennifer blushed, being talked about the way they were talking about her was making her hornier. She managed yet another orgasm as their dehumanizing grading of her cuts continued. Eventually she was lifted from the table, a beautiful and very much naked female Butcher looked into her eyes and smiled.

“Still with us Jen?” she said playfully, “How're you feeling hun?” Jen managed a happy, near gleeful smile. “You look so beautiful on the spit dear, I think that's how I'd like to have gone if I was still valid.”

Jennifer was lowered onto the electric rotisserie that would turn her over the hot coals. The heat was intense already even though she hadn't been fully lowered yet. Finally, Jennifer was in place and ready to start cooking. The female who helped carry her kissed her on the head. “Thank you for this meal sweetie, you're doing a brave and noble thing.” Jennifer choked out a sound of agreement, succeeding only in dribbling which the woman wiped away with a cheerful giggle.

With a final slap on her ass she started spinning. It wasn't fast enough to make her dizzy and the butt plug insured that her whole body did indeed turn. The full feeling in her butt and pussy caused her to masturbate to orgasm once more before she started to feel weak from the heat. As the first layer if baste was spread over Jennifer's body, her arms finally went limp though they were caught before hitting the coals.

For a brief moment she stopped turning so that they could tie her arms safely behind her back, the rope binding her hands was attached to the one on her feet. Half an hour passed and Jennifer started to feel sleepy and the pain was gone, replaced by a warm feeling. Though her vision was blurry, she noticed that the woman who had carried her was staring into her eyes the entire time.

Her voice echoed, barely audible, but she heard her say. “Smell the air honey,” Jennifer sniffed and, to her surprise, a lovely meaty smell filled her nostrils. It was her meat she could smell, combined with the aromatic baste.

“I...I bet I...will taste amazing...” Jennifer's final thought caused her to smile one last time before the shine her eyes went out. She was dead.

The meat was served, well basted and crispy and when it was cut, fatty juices leaked out. The meat was cooked perfectly. As a last show of respect, the heads of Jennifer and Abbey were laid beside their cooked bodies, facing one another across the buffet table.

Both heads had smiles on their faces...


I decided to add this short epilogue to Jennifer's story, enjoy


Albert had spent the entire afternoon digging the graves for his daughters. It had come as a shock when the news of Jennifer's decision to join Abby on the spit arrived though he was invited to the Processing Centre just in time for their lovely young bodies to be served.

Abby had tasted sweet, almost like chicken, while Jennifer was rich and homely. He licked his lips, thinking of the leftovers in the freezer he had been given. It had been a few days since then and he had finally been sent the remains for burial. From a cardboard box he lifted out Abby's preserved little head, as beautiful as she was when she was alive thanks to the embalming process.

He picked up the dried bones and neatly laid them out into a full skeleton as was tradition and then he placed the head at the top after kissing Abby's forehead one last time. “I'll miss you the most my little tomboy,” he said, his voice cracking as he spoke, “I hoped beyond hope that you would make it, that you'd turn thirty and give me beautiful grandchildren one day but knowing that you died for the good of Humanity puts me at ease.”

Next came Jennifer. Her glasses had been found and given to him and Albert couldn't resist putting them on one last time. “My smart and dutiful Jennifer,” he said proudly, his voice shaking, “I know we never liked the same things but I'm so proud of you for becoming a Butcher and taking care of your sister,” he chuckled, “Even if you did it the wrong way, we're only human though right?” Jennifer's smiling head was silent.

Albert sighed and laid Jennifer out the same way he had done Abby. After staring at their heads one last time he buried them and placed the gravestones down, each girl was buried on one side of their mother.

“There we go Jenna,” he said with a smile as he looked at her gravestone, “We did our job as parents and raised two dutiful girls who didn't fight or fuss when they're number came up.” He cleared his throat and wiped away tears. “I know a man isn't supposed to cry over a dead woman women were my life.”

“I'll miss you...”


that's great! much better with the lolis, feels more like an actual cannibal society without that very arbitrary limitation


Thanks very much ^^ I have some ideas of where to go next and will start writing soon so watch this space!




I'll take that as a compliment. Also in the process of editing and proofreading another short piece set in this universe


Story Codes: Mg, exhib, forced, consensual, snuff, guro, public


There's a small town in a rural area of the United States. The surrounding land is fertile and has been an important supplier of vegetables and grains for generations with some farms going as far back as before the ban on livestock. The Townies, as their farming neighbours call them, understand the importance of their hard working neighbours.

This was what gave birth to the yearly sacrifice. This wasn't some archaic practice to keep the land fertile, that would be stupid, but more of a community festival where stalls would be set up and various games could be played and tasty treats to be sold.

The sacrifice had to a virgin as well and since a girl didn't stay a virgin for long it was now a rule that only one little girl could be sacrificed. The Mayor, the girl's family and a few prize winners would get to partake in her meat while the rest would eat cuts for girls slaughtered within the last the week. The one rule of the day was that eating meat was forbidden until after the sacrifice which meant that no Meat Girls save for the sacrifice would be eaten that day.

That didn't mean the girls got to relax however as the sacrifice was chosen near the end of the festival, before the barbecue of course. The only females that were totally immune were the daughters and wives of the farmers who were seen as guests of honour.

The Mayor of the town stood at the entrance to the town square. Townies got free passes but tourists would pay for admission so to stop anyone from sneaking inside a temporary wall of mesh fences had been moved into position. If a woman was caught trying to sneak in she would be detained for Slaughter the following day.

“Welcome, good to see you,” The Mayor shook hands with resident and tourist alike, though he pretended to recognise people he was hopeless in that regard really. In the centre of the festival area was a large, active fountain and the Mayor enjoyed watching the children splash around. The boys wore modest swimming trunks while the girls, as was tradition during the festival, were naked.

The Mayor licked his lips as a group of middle school girls flashed their wristbands for free entry and he stood aside for them, eyeing their petite little bodies and fleshy bottoms as they disappeared into the crowd.

“Eyeing up my daughter sir?” said a voice suddenly and the Mayor flinched.

“Ah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Well it's hard not to look am I right?”

“Don't worry sir, just fucking with you,” he chuckled and slapped the Mayor on the shoulder but the man had no idea who this joking father was yet he pretended they had been friends for years.

“So which one was yours?” he inquired with a pleasant smile.

The father laughed loudly. “All of them sir, five daughters and still no son,” he sighed and pointed at his naked wife, “I'm thinking of having this bitch slaughtered, I love my daughters but I want an heir, you understand?”

The Mayor eyed his wife and smiled. “I'm sure she's a pleasant fuck at least?” he chose to be more casual with this fellow.

The man simply nodded his head then smiled, “You can have her then.”

“Maybe,” the Mayor said with a laugh then was slapped on the shoulder once again before the man and his wife took their leave. He sighed, rubbing the sore spot, he loved this little town but the Townies were a little rough at times. He felt something tug at his trouser leg and turned to see a small girl looking at him.

She couldn't have been more than seven. The little darling was naked as well though little girls her age hardly cared. “Hello,” he said in a friendly tone, getting on one knee in front of the sandy haired girl, “Are you here alone?”

The naked girl shook her head. “Three tickets please,” she said this like it had been rehearsed. The Mayor chuckled merrily and handed her the tickets after she paid with the money clenched in her little fist. “Thank you.” The girl then moved ahead, heading straight for the fountain. The parents approached.

“She took our tickets,” the wife said, slapping her hand to her forehead.

“Don't worry I can see the resemblance,” he assured the wife, also naked, “Are you tourists?” the couple nodded, “You do know there's a chance you're daughter will get picked right?”

“We know,” the husband spoke up, “I was told you're the Mayor, am I right?” The Mayor nodded, “Fancy that honey, the Mayor.”

“I can see him dear,” she rolled her eyes.

“I bet you've seen a lot of lovely ladies walk in today huh?”

“I've seen my fair share,” the Mayor admitted. He remembered every innocent little girl and every dutiful housewife and he was horny he could barely stand straight.

“Honey, why don't you help him out huh?” the Mayor started to protest but was quickly silenced, “Don't worry about it buddy, what else is a woman good for right?” The woman received a hard slap to her fleshy butt, “Save for meat of course.”

The woman rubbed her abused behind as she approached the Mayor. A friendly smile assured him that she did indeed want to do this and he watched her unzip his trousers and pull out his already hard cock. It was sticky with pre-cum after watching so many naked women and girls arrive.

Then he snapped himself out of the erotic stupor. “Sorry ma'am but I can't,” he said apologetically with a hint of frustration, “As much as I want too I'm not even allowed to masturbate today, I have a traditional role to play in the sacrifice later.”

The naked woman quickly stood up. “Sorry,” she said just as quickly, “You must think I'm such a slut.”

“That's not a bad thing,” he assured her, “You're husband is very lucky to have such an obedient wife,” he smiled pleasantly at the couple, “Enjoy the festival.” He waved them off and got back to waiting for more to arrive.

The afternoon was filled with laughter and good cheer and the Mayor felt a swelling of pride as the gates were finally closed in preparation for the sacrifice. There was still an hour to enjoy himself though and he partook in some fresh doughnuts, played a few games and spoke to the locals he did recognise. Just as the day was rolling into evening the town hall bell rang, signalling everyone to gather by a stage erected near the fountain.

The Mayor made sure he wasn't too sweaty, dipping his hand in the cool fountain water and wiping his face and forehead. He shook his shirt free of crumbs and made sure his laces were lied. With one last nervous lick of his lips he ascended the stage and faced the crowd.

“I see a lot of faces here today,” he said into a microphone, “Any good politician will say 'I see a lot of people I recognise' but any local will know the truth,” he forced a laugh, “I'm useless in that regard.” Thankfully the crowd laughed.

“It is my honour to serve you fine and hard working people as Mayor, especially if you live on one of the farms outside,” he waved a hand in front of him as he spoke, “And today we have all come together so that we may ALL honour the hard work and self sacrifice that went into keeping this wonderful nation fed during a time of famine.”

“Two hundred years ago our children would never have tasted real meat,” he stated with a grim expression, “Food was scarce in all regards and people went hungry more often than not.” For a time he stood in silence, letting his words sink in.

“So while we all enjoy the delicious barbecue later lets not forget the Grand Famine,” he bowed his head then let himself smile. “So who's hungry?” A cheer erupted from the crowd and the Mayor raised his arm, laughing merrily, “I suppose we better pick the lucky sacrifice then.”

A bingo ball was brought forward. Of course they couldn't fit the names of every little girl or teenager in attendance but each wrist band given to one had an ID on it. The first thing to do before picking a number however was pulling a random letter out of a hat to select a girl from one of three categories.

'H' meant high school, 'M' meant middle school 'E' meant elementary school. It was up to the Mayor and the other staff to make sure they took a girls age upon entry. The Mayor put his hand into the hat and shook the folded paper around a little. He then snapped one up and pulled it out.

He unfolded the small piece of paper and said. “Looks like someone won't be graduating Middle School,” he turned the scrap around even though nobody could really see the small red 'M' inked onto it.

“Would any girl of Middle School age please step forward,” the Mayor commanded, “Fathers, I must warn you that hiding your child from us will result in them and your wife being Slaughtered as well.”

Of course, no real man cared about his many daughters and so happily shooed her forward in hopes of having one less mouth to feed. Soon a mass of naked, underage flesh was on display and the mayor moved to the bingo ball. “If I call out the number on your wrist don't try to run,” he warned them, “Or I will have you enslaved,” he gave the crowd of naked girls a hard stare, “You can either die relatively painlessly or live in nothing but pain.”

He begun to turn the handle, waiting for one ball to find its way out and end a little girl's life. Finally, with a little clacking sound, a small white ball rolled down the chute and into his waiting hand. “Ah,” he chuckled, “The meaning of life itself, how ironic,” the crowd seemed puzzled, “Would number 42 please come on stage?”

The Mayor smiled as the crowd laughed at his joke. Soon he noticed movement in the crowd of naked girls as one was ushered to the front by the rest. The Mayor lowered himself so that he could hold a hand out for the girl when she appeared in front of him. She was truly beautiful, a head of thick brown hair fell down her back, her skin was smooth and flawless and her childish body had barely started to grow.

“Hello,” he said in a friendly tone, “Take my hand and we'll get this done.” The girl was nervous, it was only natural though as she wasn't even tagged. The girl put her soft little hand into his then the Mayor pulled her up on stage. “What's your name sweetheart?” he then asked her.

“M-Malorie,” she managed to stammer out.

“Are you a local?”

“No, we were driving by in our RV and saw the signs for the festival.”

Poor mite, if only they had kept on driving. “How old are you Malorie?” She told him that she was twelve and the Mayor nodded. “Now Malorie I understand it would be easier to ask you this but I need to know if your a virgin,” the Mayor told her, “So please stand with your legs apart and let me check, can't just take your word for it right?”

The crowd watched intently as the little girl moved her legs apart, exposing the cleft of her immature young pussy. Next the Mayor got down on one knee and gently spread her soft lips apart before lightly sticking a finger into her slightly dry cunt. Sure enough, she still had her innocence.

The Mayor stood back and placed his hands on the blushing maidens pale shoulders. “Doesn't she look lovely,” he stated, “Lets hear it for the pretty little animal!”

The crowd applauded the doomed middle schooler. The Mayor then ran his hands down her hides, clasping her straight hips and stroking her small bottom with his thumbs. “Don't worry,” he said quietly to her, “It'll all be over soon.”

“I'm scared,” she said back in a shaky voice, “Will it hurt?” The girl turned her head to try and meet his eyes, “I don't want it to hurt.”

The Mayor sighed before reaching around and pinching both of her puffy little nipples. “You're a Meat Girl now,” he said as he fondled the little girl in front of the crowd, “What you want simply doesn't matter now.” The girl squeaked when he squeezed her nipples hard. “Now, I'm going to fuck you in front of all these people.”

“What!” the girl exclaimed loudly, “Why, I thought you needed a virgin?”

“No I just wanted to fuck a virgin,” the Mayor chuckled as he turned the girl around, “Now, on your knees Meat!” The crowd was chattering with excitement, watching as the lucky Mayor got the honour of tenderising the Meat. The Meat Girl hesitated however so the Mayor grabbed her shoulders then forced her down in front of him.

“There we go,” he said pleasingly, “Now open your mouth, that's it,” the girl seemed to understand that he was in charge and obidiently opened her mouth. Next the Mayor unzipped his fly and pulled out his already hard member. A day of pent up arousal had caused it to become stinky and not a little smelly.

“Suck it,” he told her, “If you bite me however I'll pull out your teeth.” The girl gave him a fearful look and he sighed. “Don't be scared,” he said softly, “We're not here to frighten you, you're Meat now so just enjoy this.”

The girl gave a meek little nod and leaned forward, her soft lips wrapped around the Mayor's rigid member and it was pleasant at first but sadly the girl was inexperienced. “Use your tongue,” he tried to say encouragingly but his annoyance shone through. The girl made an admirable effort however and he soon felt an orgasm fast approaching thanks to the trials of the day.

Just as he was about to cum, he pushed the girl away and began to jerk off in front of her. His semen sprayed over her young face and coated her flat body. She flinched as his hot juice hit her but otherwise stayed kneeling. The crowd clapped and cheered. The Mayor eyed the girl's little cunt hungrily.

He picked her up easily in his strong arms and turned her cum soaked body around to face the still cheering crowd. He then slipped his arms underneath the girls knees and held her legs open as he carried, baring her pussy to the entire crowd. The girl blushed heavily and squeaked in embarrassment.

She leaned her small body against his manly chest and covered her face in her hands. The Mayor ignored the animal's crying however and instead lowered her down so that she was hovering just above his cock.

He pushed his cock into her tight opening the girl screeched loudly. Her tongue poked out of her open mouth and her eyes widened in shock. He hushed her gently as he begun to thrust and she was pleasantly wet already. As he fucked this little girl, open legged before a crowd of strangers, he begun to love his job.

Soon her pained screams softened to pleasant moaning. The Mayor let his darkest thoughts swirl through hid mind as the little girl became putty in his arms. “That's right,” he thought, “You bitches are all the same, you pretend to be humans but at the end of the day you'll come out in public naked and let us men kill and eat you,” he couldn't suppress a chuckle, “Even as kids you're only useful for fucking or eating.”

“H-how could you say such awful things?” He heard the girl say through her moans.

The Mayor smiled. “You weren't meant to hear that.”

“I...I kinda like it” the Mayor then noticed that the girl was moving her hips as he fucked her, she was turned on by his words.

“Little whore,” he whispered, grabbing the skin of her open thigh and pinching it hard, “You like being Meat after all don't you?”

“Y-yes,” the girl moaned, “I like this.”

“You like being fucked in public,” he pinched her even harder causing her to cry out, “Say it!”

“I like being fucked in public!” the girl went beet red as she realised she had cried out the sentence. The crowd chuckled though no one was going to complain about what an Animal said. The Mayor cummed and the girl followed a moment later. He then lifted her off his cock, now pink with blood soaked cum, and had the girl clean it.

Now it was time for the sacrifice. He took the girl by the wrist wordlessly after putting his cock away and led her to a large post with handcuffs attached to it at the back of the stage. They were a little high for her but with no means of adjusting them the girl was left hanging off the floor a little. She looked quite the sight, naked and exposed with semen covering her childish body and pink semen leaking from her little cunt.

His role was done, it was time to let the professional do the actual killing. He stood aside as the town butcher approached the Sacrifice. The Butcher was wearing a ceremonial robe and in his hand was an ornate dagger that had been used in this ritual since the first child was killed by this very fountain.

“And so we come to the climax of our time with Malroie,” the Mayor said sullenly to the crowd, “Let us not forget her sacrifice, and though she is not a local she has submitted honourably for our little town.”

The Butcher approached the child and leaned forward, kissing her gently on the forehead.

“And as we enjoy her meat let us not forget those who starved during the Great Famine, and that we eat so well only because they took drastic measures and changed our way of thinking for the better.”

The Butcher stood back and bowed his head before placing the sharp dagger at the girls quivering chest. She took sharp breaths, causing her flat chest to rise and fall quickly.

“And may Malorie die quickly, any last words?” The Mayor turned to Malorie who only said the typical 'I love you Mom and Dad line'.

The Butcher stabbed the girl in the heart. Her head slumped forward after a small squeal and the deed was done. Malorie was dead. Next the Butcher disembowelled her and deposited her guts into a bucket. The Mayor stood and watched, lamenting only slightly for the waste of such a fine cunt.

Next the head was removed for preserving and the Butcher got to work de-boning her little body before separating her body into cuts. The cunt steak would be separated down the middle for the parents and the rest would be shared evenly.

Finally the barbecue started and Townie and Tourist alike enjoyed the meat on offer. Malorie went down well, she was a tasty young lady and well cooked. She was so small that were no leftovers however and her inedible remains were given an honourable place of rest in the town mausoleum dedicated to the Meat Girls sacrificed every year.

All in all it was a good festival...


Already working on my next story but I'm torn between two possible outcomes so I'm looking for feedback.

The main character is another loli who goes to a Processing Centre to be snuffed only to be ushered into the back of a van and sent as Fresh Meat to a local Supermarket to be bought and snuffed privately.

My quarrel is should she bought by a stranger or by someone she knows?


I would say split the difference, a stranger, but friendly, kind, they really feel like a friend doing this.

Or if the buyer is going to be unkind, definitely someone she knows and had trusted.

Treated well- stranger

Treated poorly- they know the person


Love it! I think they should know the person.


Great stories! For the next, I vote for somebody she knows.


Seems like it's someone she knows so far, I'll wait a little longer and brainstorm some more ideas though


I have begun writing the story but there is still time to cast your vote for who buys her ^^


someone who knows her and tenderizes her hard making sure she feels the ultimate humiliation of forcing her to cum and then makes sure she is in a lot of pain!


Hey folks, this is a short update to accompany the upcoming story that started as exposition in the actual chapter but I decided to post it seperatly as it ruined the pace.

Recently the legality of raping girls of any status or age was changed due to the further decline in male births. When a man's wife could be slaughtered at any moment these rare breeding males still had a duty to father offspring in hopes of a male birth. When a wife died that duty fell to his daughters.

Basically it was now impossible for a woman to be raped as there was no longer any laws against it though only a woman's husband could impregnate her but single women or girl was fair game. Girls are now taught as early as nursery that being taken by a man sexually was one of the greatest honours a woman of today's modern society could be given.


Here we have it, chapter one of the new story ^^ I don't plan on it being very long though


Chapter One: On the Road

May gulped loudly from where she stood outside her local Processing Centre. The thirteen year old was naked, not a stitch of clothing to hide her still growing body. Suddenly a pair of warm hands moved to cover her barely budding chest, teasing her small nipples in their soft hands. “Nervous darling?” said the familiar voice of her mother from behind May. May fidgeted under he mother's touch, unable to stop her because of the rope binding her arms behind her back. It wasn't like anyone would do anything however.

“Not nervous,” May corrected her, “Pissed, my tag only went blue a week ago It's not fair.”

“It's life,” her mother shrugged her shoulders, continuing her fondling, “Guess there's a demand for younger Meat these days, I heard three other girls at your school went Red, is that true?”

“Yeah it is,” May sighed and turned around, trying to loosen the ropes, “Can you untie me now?”

“You heard your father,” she was reminded, “You kept trying to cover yourself, it's your own fault for being so stupidly modest all your life.” May's mother was naked like any other female in their house and she was lucky enough to live past thirty.

The girl watched as her mother got down in front of her bound and naked daughter. “Goodbye darling,” she said before pecking her lightly on the lips.

May watched her go, almost stunned at her mother's casualness towards her daughter's impending demise though May wasn't the only one in her family whose number had come up. May was one of twelve sisters and before she had even turned nine, five of them had been Slaughtered. It dawned on her right there that she wasn't even a tragic victim, just another Meat Girl.

With a heavy sigh the naked and bound teenager turned around and headed for the door. “Hold up,” said a guard, “I can't let you keep that rope Meat.” The way he said ‘Meat’ was with the same familiarity as calling a woman ‘Miss’. He indicated to the rope on her arms. May wasn't going to complain though she still asked why. “Meat Girls in the past have used bondage tools to kill themselves without notice, this is a big building with lots of places to hide and we don't always find the Meat before it spoils.”

May was then untied, he was incredibly gentle and even rubbed the girl's arms to make sure the blood was flowing though his hand did rest on her exposed stomach when he does. “Thank you,” May muttered nervously and the man nodded with a wink. She was then let inside. The first thing May smelled was chlorine from a large pool down the stairs. Then came the unmistakable musk of arousal that she had been surrounded by all her short life.

“Hey cutie,” said a voice, pulling May back to the present. She looked over at the reception desk and saw a naked worker sitting at it.

“H-hey,” May said nervously, “My tag went red.”

“I can see that,” the woman flashed May a friendly smile, “Come here, I don't bite.” May approached the woman and the first thing she did was ask her name and ID.

“What's my grade?” May asked curiously afterwards and the woman laughed.

“Honey I’m just here to log you into the system but we don't grade children,” she was told, “Though you're very pretty, I bet some lucky Butcher will enjoy your last moments.” May smiled nervously at the pretty receptionist. Though her stomach was doing back flips she had to admit that there was a measure of anticipation to get it done, perhaps even excitement.

Just then a beep came from the computer and the Receptionist turned her attention back to the screen. “Looks like you've been drafted for a Fresh Meat delivery,” she told the teenager, “The main shipment already left but we still have a driver available.”

“What does that mean?” May asked, her voice shaking slightly, “Why can't I stay here?”

“Have you ever seen the Meat Girls on display at the Supermarket?” May nodded to the question, “You're going to be one of them, there's a demand for young meat.” May went pale and the receptionist noticed. “Yep,” she said simply, “You'll be snuffed privately, it can be as painless or agonising as your Buyer decides.”

“I thought I had a choice on how I was Snuffed?”

“Not when you're drafted as Fresh Meat,” the Receptionist offered an encouraging smile, “Don't focus on the bad, when you're bought to be snuffed privately there's a good chance the Buyer will keep you alive so you stay fresh.” The Receptionist leaned over her desk and pinched one of the naked girl's nipples. “You're Meat, an animal, and your body is made to please humans which doesn't always mean just eating.”

“Okay stop teasing the poor thing,” a new voice caused May to nearly jump out of her skin. Rosy in the cheeks, she turned to meet the man who had approached them. “You the late Delivery then?” May nodded, stating that she supposed so, and the Delivery Man offered a hand which she took. “Just you and me on this run kiddo,” he told her, “We'll be driving into the night so I wont put you in the back, you can sit up front with me.”

May nodded her understanding and with one last nervous look at the receptionist, who simply waved with a pleasant smile, she was escorted back outside. The Driver led May over to a small white can with the Processing Centres logo on it. The back would house five or six Meat Girls easily with room to stretch though May imagined it wasn't uncommon for them to be crammed inside.

The Driver opened the door to the passenger seat and stepped aside for her. May started to climb in and suddenly a strong hand touched her exposed bottom, pushing her in gently. May squeaked in surprise, blushing profusely, as she climbed onto the soft leather seat. She sat with her hands nervously covering her hairless snatch, even if she could grow hair down their her father would have had her shave it.

“Comfy?” the Driver asked and May nodded, a nervous smile on her face, “You’re a cute one, you need to smile more.” The Driver moved around the front so he could climb into the drivers seat.

“Well off we go,” the engine was started and they were off. “The drive will take us into the night but I have a space for sleeping in the back, you can join me there.”

“Do you make these trips a lot?” asked the curious Meat Girl.

“Sure do,” he replied cheerfully, “I usually get a good load of Meat in the back of my van, nothing like the rigs that can hold dozens of Meat Girls though.”

“Then why am I being taken alone, wouldn't it have made sense to wait for more Meat Girls to arrive?”

“Kid Meat is popular right now, no doubt,” he stated, “But we can’t snuff every little girl in the local area and we’ve met our contribution quota with you, you just came in later than we thought.”

“Sorry,” May said instinctively and earned an amused smile.

“Hey, I wouldn’t swap having you all to myself for anything,” he reached over and planted a hand on her small shoulder, “Pretty little thing like yourself, how could I resist?” May was used to being touched and didn’t even flinch, instead smiling. He smiled back and although May knew his intentions now, she felt more relaxed for knowing.

Late in the afternoon they found a rest stop so that the Driver could close his eyes for half an hour. They had spent the morning and afternoon chatting, listening to the radio or playing driving games which left May feeling more and more relaxed around him.

“There’s a gas station down the road,” he pointed toward it, “I’m sure I can trust you to grab us some dinner without running?”

May nodded. “I promise,” she put a hand on her flat chest, over her heart, and then was handed some cash. The naked Meat Girl slid out of the cabin and landed on her bare feet which were tickled pleasantly by the grass on the side of the road. As she walked along the highway more than a few cars honked at her. The attention combined with her sense of modesty caused her to feel embarrassed but despite that, she couldn’t suppress a smile.

A car even slowed down long enough for someone to poke their head out of the window, an older woman, who yelled something then sped away cheering. May didn't pick up what was said but the woman's smile had been undeniable, perhaps she had liked what she saw? Filled with confidence, May straightened her posture and walked with a more assured stride.

When she walked into the Gas Station the teller looked at her curiously. May's newfound confidence quickly faded and she nervously scoured the aisles for food and drink that would count as dinner. She dropped her shopping basket on the counter but the man behind it didn't scan anything.

“You're Red,” he stated bluntly, “What are you doing all the way out here alone Meat?”

“I'm being delivered,” May told him, suddenly fearful, “I was told by the delivery driver to buy some food?”

“Load of piss,” he spat back, “Fresh Meat trucks come though here all the time, not once have I seen one of you be let out.” He moved around the counter and took a hold of May by her hair, “Maybe I'll slaughter you myself, seeing as you're on the run.”

“No please I'm telling the truth where else would I get money!”

“Stole it I bet.”

May cried out as she was dragged into the back room. It was filled with boxes of snacks, soda and other such confectionery. “Stand still,” the man demanded and May, too afraid to protest, did as she was told. The man picked up some of the plastic bindings used to keep cardboard boxes secured and tied her hands with it.

“Please I really am Fresh Meat,” May said again. A hard slap caught her by surprise and the thirteen year old tumbled to the floor with a cry if pain.

“Another word and I'll break your fingers,” he barked, “Shut the fuck up and stand still!” May was pulled back to her feet where she sobbed lightly, blood trickling down her lip. He stood back now, leering at the sobbing Meat Girl with a lustful look in eyes. “You're a pretty piece of Cunt,” he told her, “Maybe I'll tenderise you a little before you go?”

May just shook her head which was ignored. Next her captor had her stand on a small stool while he tossed some rope around thick pipe which he tied into a noose. When he was done he started to fondle her young body, squeezing her perky little butt cheeks or pinching her small nipples painfully.

His hand went between her legs and May cried out when she realised she was wet. “You like this Meat?” the man said with a cruel laugh, “Maybe you want my dick in your meaty little cunt after all huh?”

The man stood back and undid his trousers, letting them fall to the ground. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock already stood hard and proud in front of him. Gray hairs mixed with the black, showing his age, and his sunken eyes looked at May with a terrifying expression. “I always get runaways here,” he told her, “I take pride in disposing of you trash as a proud citizen,” he approached May and took her butt in his hands so that he could lift her, “At least with me your family won't die if you become Black.”

The stool was kicked away and May was dropped. The drop itself was short, not enough to break her neck, so she hung there choking for breath as the man watched with a sadistic smile. “Oh you're a fine little girl,” he said, “Thank god I can fuck little Meat Girls or I might start doing this to free ones, you're saving lives Meat!”

May wasn't in a position to feel pride, what with her being hung to death and all. She started to kick as the pain in her lungs caused her brain to seek relief but there was none. Suddenly she took a sharp breath as the man lifted her only for it to be taken away as he entered her with his cock. Pleasure erupted through her virgin body tainted only by slight pain.

He began to thrust into her quickly and no sooner than he started, he shot a load of semen into her young womb. “Fuck, was hoping that would last longer,” he dropped May unceremoniously, “Ah well, at least you won't get pregnant eh?”

May was soon kicking again all the while her captor watched as he stroked his cock back to erection. May's vision started to go black and she lost consciousness...


Bump to save from faggot spammer


Been very busy with other things this week, family visiting and such, so I haven't done much writing. Chapter 2 is almost done though


Internet trouble on my pc is stopping me uploading. Sorry that a phone message is breaking the silence...

Chapter two is nearly done which will finish this story. My next one involves a teacher with an executioners liscence and a hatred of bullies.


Looking forward to it!


Hey everyone

So Gurochan is back and I still haven't posted the last chapter for May's story. Sorry about this, I have a very short attention span and just haven't been in the mood to write lately. Currently I'm on the last part of that story but I can't seem to find the will to finish it.

If I force myself to do it then the quality of the work will simply drop so I urge patience!


Here it is, the last chapter of May's adventure. I'm probably going to go on hiatus for a while and any stories I do submit will be completed to avoid long waits between chapters like this again.

Keep an eye on this space, I will be back!

Chapter Two: The Supermarket

“May?” said a familiar voice, “That's it kiddo, open your eyes.” May slowly opened her eyes and her body was soon racked with pain. When she tried to speak she could only cough. “Easy,” said that familiar voice, “You almost died.”

May looked around and remembered what happened. She had been hanged by some crazy store clerk who thought she was on the run. May rolled over onto her front, letting out hacking coughts as she struggled to breathe. A hand patted her back until she caught her breath and eventually May sat on her knees shivering.

Before she could say anything however she felt herself rise off the ground and realised that the Delivery Driver had picked her up into his strong arms. A quick glance around the room revealed that the crazy clerk was unconsciousness on the ground.

“You saved me?” May said, puzzled, “I was going to die and you let me live?”

“That dirt bag didn't pay for you,” he replied, “No way was I going to let you die in some filthy storeroom on my watch.”

May looked up at him and her heart seemed to skip a beat before hammering in her chest. Her cheeks flushed a rosy red and her eyes widened as she looked at the man with a new found admiration. He kept looking forward so May just settled for leaning closer into his broad chest as he carried her back out to the van.

Once inside he dumped a bag on her lap. “I paid for it,” he assured her, “Left the money on the counter.” May looked inside, it was the food she had wanted to get scanned. They ate as they drove and eventually night fell. “We'll stop soon,” May was told through a yawn, “You can share the bed with me.”

“Okay,” May replied simply, not complaining.

Eventually they found a safe space to park the van and the pair moved into the back. There were at least three chairs fastened to the walls of the vehicle with seatbelts on them. It occurred to May that she would have been in one of these if not for the Drivers kindness. Rummaging behind her caught May's attention and she turned to see that the Driver had laid out a thin foldable mattress on the floor.

“It's not that comfy,” he admitted as he spread a blanket over it, “But it's better than the actual floor.”

“It's fine,” May told him as she lay down, shifting to get comfy. She looked up and sure enough, the Driver was staring down at her. May smiled up at him, she may be modest but she knew that look. The look of a man who was horny.

May got onto her knees and shuffled over to him so that she could undo the button on his jeans and pulled down his fly. The Driver didn't try to stop her, allowing the thirteen year old Meat Girl to do as she pleased.

“You had a rough time today,” he did say, “You don’t-” May shushed him softly, fumbling with his underwear so that his cock slipped out and into her little hands. Next the girl took it in her mouth, working the hot shaft skilfully with her tongue as she slowly slipped ot further and further down her immature throat.

“Shit, who taught you to do that?”

May just smiled without stopping. The Driver eyed her delicate features as she sucked on his cock, his gaze then travelled down her back as she leaned forward and stopped her delightful little bottom. He licked his lips impatiently.

May suddenly squealed joyfully as the Driver pushed forward, flooring her as he landed on top of the naked teenager. May giggled playfully as he positioned himself so that he was facing her directly. Next he kissed her on the lips, long and passionately, which was happily returned.

“I...I’ve never felt this way with anyone,” May mumbled nervously when the kiss ended. “Why does my heart feel like it’s going to burst?”

“You love me,” he teased, causing May to blush, “Surely you’ve done this before though?”

“I’m good at blowjobs because of my dad and boys at school but that creepy guy took my virginity today,” May admitted but simply shrugged, “I’m not gonna count him, you’re my first okay?”

“Okay,” they kissed once more before the Driver lined up his large cock with May’s small cunt. He teased it at first, gently stroking the head between her hairless lips and once finding out that she was nice and wet he gently pushed himself in.

May gasped and wrapped hers and legs around him as pleasure and pain racked her small body. She groaned into his shoulder and bit into his shirt which caused the Driver to chuckle merrily. He scooped her up into his strong arms so he could sit as he moved the child up and down on his cock, like he was fucking a doll.

May cried out as her childish cunt was filled but the Driver didn’t stop or slow down as he bounced the teenager on his thick member. May pursed her lips, fighting through the pain as it slowly turned into pure, wonderful pleasure. She now grabbed at his shirt on his shoulders, letting out smaller moans and squeaks.

The Driver loved the noises, the feel of her tight cunt and her small body in his strong hands. He thumbed her tiny little nipples, pressing them down hard until she cried out more. Then he came into her pussy, filling her womb with his seed. The sudden feeling of warmth brought on May's own orgasm and she couldn't help screaming out loudly.

As she shivered in her post orgasm ecstasy she felt a warm embrace as the Driver held her close, his hand running down her back with the other resting still on her bottom. Eventually he lifted her off him, his cock slid out easily and was slick with cum and a tint of blood. Next he drew the covers over them both where they slept...

The drive ended all too soon for May. Before long she was hugging the Driver goodbye and he even kissed her full on the lips before he had to go. Now she was in the care of a supermarket employee. “This way Meat,” she said aloofly, waving her forward. May obliged and was led into the delivery bay.

“We're open twenty-four hours,” she explained, “But the Butcher department closes around five, you'll be walking around the shop on display from the time it opens to the time it closes with regular toilet breaks.” They entered the shop proper and May blushed as countless eyes fell on her. “You'll be in simple bondage, hands tied behind your back,” she went on, “If you try to run we have the authority to capture and kill you on site and believe me we're not professional Executioners, it will be the most painful way you can go.”

May nodded, not willing to test the ire of the people selling her Meat. “If a customer wants to touch you that's fine but don't let them fuck you,” she stated firmly, “You can call on a member of staff if you think someone is going to try and fuck or kill you early.”

The Butchers counter came into sight as they turned a corner and nerves rapidly built up in May. The shop assistant didn't stop walking however and May knew better than to lag behind. She was introduced to the Head Butcher who seemed to be a warm individual if a little uncaring for the fact that a once human girl was standing naked in front of him.

His hands roamed her body, seemingly doing a grading of sorts, and when he was done he nodded. “Good quality,” he said, “If you were an adult you'd be a solid 'A'.” He turned her around and led her into the back room. “We're going to hose you down,” he told her, “This is just a courtesy cleaning as when you're sold you'll also be given an enema before handing you to the buyer.”

As the jet of cold water hit May she screamed out. They were thorough, telling her to turn around, raise her arms, legs or spread her butt cheeks. Feeling violated but somehow clean, May was then dried under a hot fan and her hair was fixed.

Next her arms were secured behind her back. “One more thing,” the Butcher in charge of her said. He leaned down in front of May and took a budding breast in his head. Next he lined up a pin with her nipple and before May could react he had pierced it through. May squealed in pain, flinching from the sudden sting, but the Butcher managed to clip the other end of the tag easily.

“Grade A,” he said, “It's just for show really, it isn’t official.” He patted her one last time on the bottom before sending her back to the shop floor. May looked around and quickly noticed several other girls roughly her age or younger walking around in similar bondage.

May approached the closest one, receiving a friendly smile in return. “I guess it wasn't a lie when Mom told me there was a demand for young Meat,” May stated, smiling in return.

“Looks like it,” the other girl approached May. She had a flat and boyish body not dissimilar to May's though she definitely looked far younger than she was. “Aren't you a little afraid?” she asked May, “I heard anything can happen to Fresh Meat like us?”

May could only shrug. Nothing she could say would ease the tension each and every Meat Girl on this shop floor was feeling. A hand between May's legs caused her jump though any urge to fight off the molester was long ago discouraged back in kindergarten. Instead May widened her legs instinctively to allow her potential buyer access to her meat.

“Turn around meat,” a male voice ordered too which May obliged, “Damn, the Butcher here thinks you’re 'A' Grade eh?”

“Yeah,” May replied casually, “But it isn't really an official grading.”

“I've been coming here for years, never been let down by his gradings whether it's legit or not.” The middle aged customer stood back a few paces. “And damn do you look good,” he seemed to be considering it. The girl beside May beamed towards her and May nervously smiled back. This pulled the man's attention to the other girl.

“You're both pretty,” he stated bluntly, “I think I'll take you both then snuff one of you and keep the other around a while, my wife loves young meat.”

And so it was. May was quickly purchased alongside her companion, Beth, and both girls seemed equally nervous and excited. Still naked and bound, they were escorted out of the building and told to sit in the back of his car while he made a phone call to his wife. Soon after they set off driving towards what the girls thought was his home but it seemed he had other plans.

“Why are we at this town centre?” Beth asked curiously.

“Well we're snuffing one of you right now,” he said casually, like threatening their lives was as easy as sending them to school or taking them to the dentist. The car door was opened for them and the naked teenagers slid out. Thought they received a few stares they were altogether ignored until they moved towards a large stage reserved for public executions.

Though it was also open for public use.

Despite being used to her nudity, May shivered at the sight of the gallows lined with four nooses. A guillotine was also set into the stage and a rack for some more hands on punishment. The cruellest implement had to be the large metal spike for impalement.

That wasn't the worst thing however, not by a long shot. Standing atop the stage was a face May knew and hoped to never see again. “By my stars if it isn't little May,” said the sickeningly sweet voice of May's old Math Teacher. “Look at you, all ready to die.”

May only glared. This woman not only liked little girls, she enjoyed tormenting them even more. Humiliating punishment was always her preferred form of discipline. On more than one occasion May had been forced to strip naked when it became clear she was far more modest than most girls. Sometimes she did it for fun regardless of May’s behaviour.

“Honey I know her,” May was pointed at by her Teacher, “She was one of my students.” May rolled her eyes. The Teacher approached Beth who seemed to feel the tension between her and May. “It's very tempting to kill you May,” the woman said softly to her, “But your friend looks nicer.” Beth went a little pale, it was clearly decided that she would die.

Beth was approached from behind and held tightly by the husband. “How do you wanna kill this one then honey?” His hand reached around and started to squeeze and pull on the teenage Meats budding breasts.

“Can we hang it?” he was asked too which her husband nodded, causing his sadistic wife to smile. At the mention of a good old hanging, a small crowd started to form on the street. They eyed up Beth who stood with her hands bound behind her back in naught but her skin. The Husband continued to molest her publicly, eager to make her squeal or scream in pleasure as her young body was assaulted.

When his hand found her bare pussy he wasn't exactly gentle. He inserted two fingers in at first, then a third when it became more moist until eventually the teenage girl was moaning loudly as she was nearly fisted in front of a crowd of strangers.

May was left alone but she kept a firm eye on the woman she hated so much. She was busy preparing a noose, bringing it down low enough so that the rope would coil around her neck ready for the drop. Beth's orgasm snapped her attention away from the woman and she blushed at the sight of her glistening cunt.

Before Beth could recover however she was led over to the gallows and the noose was fitted around her small neck. Beth was panting heavily, her small chest moved in and out with each gasp for breath but they weren't done with her yet. May watched as the Husband picked the girl up and placed her over his hard cock.

Beth screamed out in pleasure, now totally lose to her carnal desires and much closer to the instinctual animal society now deemed her to be. Suddenly a slender hand found May's moistening pussy. “Hi May,” said that sickeningly sweet voice into her ear, “I missed having you around, you were always so cute.”

“Just get it over with and snuff me,” May snapped, glaring at the woman who only smiled at her.

“No,” she said simply, “I'm not going to kill you May.”

“What?” May watched as Beth was dropped, her young pussy red with blood. May had seen many hangings in her short life and she had to admit that she liked the idea of being stripped naked then executed.

May looked back at her old teacher. “Why did you buy my Meat if you're not even going to kill me?”

“Because I've always had a thing for you,” May felt the woman stroke her bare chest, she was surprisingly gentle, “We'll be taking you home, I've always wanted a little girl as a sex toy.”

“You can do that?”

“We bought you May,” she was told, “You belong to us now, we can't treat you like a Slave though we can make your time with us very interesting.”

“I always thought you hated me?” May was blushing now as the woman began to fondle her small breasts and stroke her hairless sex. Beth was now dancing on the rope, her thin legs kicking wildly as the husband watched. Her tongue stuck out stupidly and her eyes began to bulge, she would be dead soon enough.

May felt her body enter the throes of an orgasm as she watched Beth's final moments. The naked girl was panicking as she died, a stream of urine ran down her leg. “Far from it,” the woman said softly into May's ear, “Why do you think I always chose to 'punish' you?”

May couldn't suppress a smile. The prudish little girl in her always saw her attentions as cruel and sadistic but now that she was standing naked on a stage in front of a crowd of onlookers she suddenly realised that the sexual attention she received was never meant to be cruel.

“Fine,” May said breathlessly as another orgasm built, “Take me with you...”


Thank you! Good character development.


I want to see more, but I miss the friendly truck driver. Friendly but still absolutely going to snuff you is better than unkind


I am considering a one shot story with the truck driver but I also want to write the story about the teacher with an executioners liscence



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