A commission for StudentEternal

Amanda Sampson slipped on her leggings, shoes, and her boyfriend’s oversized shirt so she could open the front door of her apartment to see who on earth was knocking up a storm at 8AM in the morning. The crooked smile of a Hill’s butchery staff member greeted her bleary eyes.

“Morning, Ms Amanda Sampson; lottery ID 79687887 Your number has been pulled in today’s meat lottery. I’m afraid you’re scheduled for an early processing, so there won’t be any time for you to settle your affairs.” He stated, matter of factly.
“Please strip naked, and come with me. I’m here to transport you to the processing center.”

“What? She answered, stunned. “I thought the lottery draw was last week?”

“It was” he replied with an understanding smile “but there’s been a small shortfall in production due to a few runaways, and you’ve been drawn as a supplemental at the last minute”

“Who’s at the door, honey? He called, still half asleep from the bedroom.

“It’s the man from the meat lottery board.” Amanda replied, the words getting caught in her throat. “My number finally came up… he’s come to collect me for meat conversion.”

“I thought she dodged the last draw. She got enough time for a last fuck?” Her boyfriend, always thinking with his dick.

“Sorry, man, we’re on a tight schedule, I got three more to pick up before 8:30, then we’re due back at the plant. I gotta take your slut to the truck out back, immediately.
He showed Amanda his clipboard which had a very official looking form with her name and Meat ID on it to impress his point.

“Oh, all right then, guess I’ll have to ask out Jessie from the dimer for dinner on Tuesday, or Nida from next door to replace you when I need my cock sucked.“ Amanda’s boyfriend said, slightly put out. She could hear him roll over and go back to sleep.

She’d always known that he would replace her with a new girlfriend if her number came up… but the reality of it still felt hurtful to her pride. She knew there was nothing shameful about it in Dolcett county, but still she couldn’t think of him as anything other than hers.

Amanda thought about running away, but she’d heard what happened to the families of the ones who tried it. It was never pretty. Mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts all shallowly impaled and slow live roasted.

Instead, she just had to disrobe in the doorway, casting down her clothes on the spot she stood. She was ashamed of her nakedness, and tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands. The man in the blue uniform with the clipboard lifted up some manacles and expertly affixed them to her wrists and ankles. He tapped her on the ass with his cattle prod, letting her know that he wasn’t afraid to use it if she acted up.
“Well now, sow, let’s get you moving… you’ve got a full morning ahead of you.”

He walked her down from her apartment complex, parading her like cattle in front of all her neighbors to see. Amanda could hear their unkind whispers.
“Look, it’s that fatty from unit 18… guess her number got pulled”
“Babe, you might be able to pick up her rump when you go shopping later… she looks like she’s got some good marbling.”
Amanda’s cheeks flushed red.
“Don’t be an embarrassed pig. You’re cattle now, not a person.” Calmed the man in blue. “I escort hundreds of girls to the facility every day, and let me tell you, obese pigs like you, may not be the most attractive… but your meat is always the most juicy and delicious.”
Amanda’s embarrassment disappeared, and was replaced by an uneasy nervousness.

The Hill’s employee guided the chubby woman up onto the back ramp of his truck with a tap of his cattle prod on her thick asscheek. She looked lornfully back at what used to be her life, before she was shackled to the floor and the ramp was raised, leaving Amanda and her fellow meatgirls in an inky darkness that jostled along the road to the abattoir.

When they were unloaded, Amanda was sprayed with freezing cold water that made her nipples harden involuntarily. Then the hose was inserted up her bum by machine. There was some kind of irritant mixed in with the water. it made her tummy churn, and her anal sphincter tingle and burn. She felt the desperate need to go to the toilet.

“You sluts like that laxative? I’ll bet it's not your first time taking something that big up your asses?”
The Blue clad man led her to, and chained to a low ceramic squat toilet. She could hear the explosive squirts of the girls next to her stall shitting their guts out. Her bladder was bursting, so very shortly thereafter, she felt sweet release, and heard a tinkling in her bowl join the chorus of vile noises. Amanda felt her asshole spasm and loosen involuntarily. She grunted and bit her lip as she pinched out what seemed like a never ending tube of crap. Her plump body shuddered and squeezed as the bound girl was chemically induced to defecate herself continuously until she was entirely empty. Then she automatically washed by bidet to remove the remaining stains from her undercarriage. She’d never experienced that before, but she kinda liked the feeling of the warm pulsing water cleansing her rear.
“All clean now piggy?” The Hill’s employee asked her rhetorically in a tone that let her know he’s said this exact line to assure scared animals thousands of times previously.

Once the girls had finished their bathroom process, they were once again chained into a line and paraded across the kill floor.
“Have a look round, pigs… bask in the atmosphere a little.” He said this was his favorite part of the job.
Amanda was shocked by the level of violence displayed here. She knew she lived in a cannibal society, but somehow it was more frightening when confronted with all the death directly. Her regular life as a school teacher just seemed so far from this reality. Sure, she went to every feast day, and she regularly picked up pussy filet from the grocery store to cook for her boyfriend on romantic dinner evenings. Sometimes her friends or work colleagues had their lottery numbers come up, and then they just disappeared, never to appear in her life ever again.

Amanda and company were walked past a guillotine. She watched as it liberated a young girl from her head. Her curly brunette ringlets danced as her silently screaming face landed in the basket, looking blankly up at Amanda. Blood spurted in short arcs from her severed neck stump. A thrill of horror passed through the fat girl’s body. It was all just so awful and cold, she mused as she contemplated a line of air-dancing girls slowly stopped their jerking and fell still for the last time. God, she wanted to be anywhere else but here. Why hadn’t she tried harder to escape when she had the opportunity?

Across the way, she saw a short haired girl she thought she knew; Eileen, a student from her high school class. She was a sweet, shy young girl. Bright, but always had trouble making friends with the girls in her class. Amanda wanted to say something, but Eileen was already bending down at the head of her execution line. A guard placed a captured boltgun to Eileen’s forehead and pulled the trigger. Thunk. A metal rod embedded itself in her skull, and she convulsed and gurgled, before her limbs slacked and she died. Her tiny titted body flopped to the floor, where it was hooked and raised to the waiting line of corpses with holes in their skulls. The next girl in line obediently bent down to receive her own turn to be slaughtered like an animal. Tears ran down her face, even as she obeyed. Thunk. Amanda wanted to be sick.