Nadine blinked the welling tears away as she looked again at the processing papers for her, and her daughter, she’d received in the mail. A nervous void formed at the pit of her stomach and refused to go away. Ever since they changed the Dolcett laws a decade ago, every girl was eligible for the lottery from the day she was born. When Nadine was growing up, it hadn’t been that way… at least then a girl knew that she’d get 18 years to enjoy before her number could get pulled from the lottery.

Her poor Max only got 12 years before she got selected. Nadine didn’t think that was enough time to really experience all life had to offer. Too young to drink, old enough to get slaughtered like an animal. 30 years hadn’t been enough for Nadine either. How could half that be enough for her daughter? The two of them gingerly approached the reception lectern. A naked redhead with a pussy tag greeted them with the lightly forced smile common in service workers. She was a volunteer; a woman who had given up her pre lottery rights in exchange for servitude and an early processing at the facility.
“Next please.” She called in a singsong voice.
Nadine stepped forward and handed her papers across for verification. The woman looked the papers up and down, confirming the validity of the official seals, and checking it against the database.
“Nadine Walters, and Maxine Walters. Meatgirl ID’s 1783906 and 3682691” she queried absentmindedly.
The mother and daughter both nodded, confirming their lottery numbers for the naked receptionist. Max couldn’t help but stare at the processing information pierced to her labia, trying to read the information.
“That’s great… I see here that you’re going to be slaughtered together… isn’t that great?” She smirked, a genuine looking reaction.
Nadine couldn’t really fathom these volunteers. The idea of volunteering to become meat before your lottery number was up, was an alien concept to her.
“You girls are so lucky… I've been volunteering here all month, and my processing date is still a week out… I can't wait.” She said with barely contained enthusiasm.
“I’m getting to be a whole roaster. My parents are going to be so proud of me” she said with a dreamy expression.

Nadine looked at her like the perverted freak she was. How could she say that so calmly… she and her daughter were about to be butchered, and she was standing there smiling, like it was nothing. They were people, not animals. Nadine stood aghast, her mouth slightly ajar. She wanted to say something, but she just couldn’t bring herself to commit to any words. Max broke the silence with a question, loud and childish. “I-is it gonna hurt?”

“Hmmm… let me see what you girls are booked in for… hmmm, wow… That's a hell of a dish you’re going to be made into… yeah Max, I think you'd best prepare yourself for a lot of pain. It’s not going to be pleasant.” She replied.
Max’s young face crumpled instantly. It wasn’t what she’d been hoping for at all.
“A-are the B-utchers gonna t-take a break soon?” She hesitantly followed up. Max had heard that the staff could take girls they fancied from the waiting room and would give them one last fuck. Max had never been with a boy before, and kind of fancied the opportunity to experience sex just once before she died.

“Afraid not, young lady. We’ve got an entire cheer squad to decapitate this afternoon, so we’re gonna have to process you two girls pretty fast, I don’t think you’re going to get any fuck time in the waiting room, sorry kid.” She consoled Max. The 12 year old girl looked absolutely dejected, seemed like she’d be dying a virgin after all.
“Now strip off, and place your clothes, and any jewelry in the bins for the incinerator like good girls, and we’ll get you to the bathrooms so you can evacuate yourselves in preparation for the main event.

Nadine and Max obliged her awkwardly. Max felt super embarrassed at showing her underdeveloped tits, and Nadine could only think about how they were going to be nothing more than hunks of meat in under an hour.


Their butcher came over promptly, and clamped manacles around their necks, and pulled them roughly by their chains to the bathrooms to shower and shit. Was this how all human cattle felt?. Max wondered. When her butcher looked at her, she didn’t feel like he was appreciating an attractive young girl, rather it was like he was appraising a particularly marbled piece of steak. As if she wasn’t human. She kind of still liked it though. He watched them like a hawk as they soaped themselves all over. Max blushed a bright red, enjoying the rare attention being afforded to her. When they were done washing the suds off their wet bodies, he brought them over to stalls of squat toilets, and chained them to the wall so they could do their business. He didn’t give them any privacy, continuing to watch over them with a disaffected stare.

Max found it hard to squeeze out a crap while she was being looked at like that. It made her feel like she was a dirty bitch. Her mother, Nadine, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care as much as she did. She’d just had longer to settle in with the idea that this was all part of the process, and knew what was expected of her. Max could hear the long tinkling of piss against the ceramic from the other side of the stall. Then unlady-like farting and the sticky, wet sound of a log of fecal matter plopping in the toilet. Her mother was obediently emptying her bowels. Max let herself relax a little, and found it easier to release her own stream of urine, which splattered in the bowl. She wanted to be a good girl too.

Her friend Cindy, at school, had gotten her lottery number pulled the previous month. Max found herself wondering whether she’d been chained up to shit in the very same toilet last month. She bet Cindy had at least lost her virginity in the waiting room. It was so unfair that she wasn’t getting the same opportunity.

Max felt her sphincter loosen as she strained to push out a thick wad of poop. It was like laying an egg out her ass. Mum was really putting too much fiber in her diet. It took a while, but when she was finished, and flushed the toilet, a jet of water shot out to wash her butt. The warm water massaging her asshole surprised her, and she let out a girlish squeal.

Finally cleaned, inside and out, mother and daughter were guided back out to the killing floor. Nadine just wasn’t prepared yet. She didn’t want to die. She hadn’t lived long enough to be satisfied, there was so much she still wanted to do. But the chain at her neck dragged her along to a metal cage with a twin guillotine fitted to the top. Knowing there was no other way, she went along with him, stumbling on her own feet. The sight of the device alone made her squirm with fear. Her butcher locked her into snug arm and leg restraints, testing to make sure they fitted snugly. Max watched as fat tears rolled down her mother’s cheeks. Then the man snapped the switch and the gleaming blades fell.

Nadine’s arms and legs were severed from her body in a spray of scarlet. Nadine screamed awfully, wriggling , still trapped in her bondage, just a body without limbs. She writhed and blubbered nonsensically. Max had never seen her mother look more pathetic than she did right then.