Retta bummed a cigarette off her friend Dani. She never wanted to come to a stupid Meat faire. It was her mother’s idea. What kind of society treated women as meat anyway? She lit the coffin nail with her own pilfered lighter, and used the end of it to light Dani’s own cig. She took a long drag from it as she looked sideways as her mother approached a stall to look at the promotional materials.
She hadn’t expected to run into Dani here, it was just a happenstance. Dani’s girlfriend worked in marketing, and had dragged her along to help with setting up the stalls.

She looked derisively at the naked promotional chick holding a volunteer today sign. She knew that inside of a week, that poor girl would be snuffed and on a dinner plate somewhere, yet here she was, a judas goat, with a stupid smile plastered on her face. She knew she was meat for the slaughter, and didn’t even seem to care. Retta could never be like her.

“Did you hear, May’s lottery number got pulled last week.” Dani said absently, in between puffs of her smoke. She tapped ash from the tip and continued. “She’s already been processed by now, for sure. Fuck the patriarchy.” She spat.
Retta could sympathize with the sentiment, but knew that the situation was far more complicated than just that pithy rhetorical statement. Sure, the few men around were the lucky ones; they never had to get called up by the meat lottery, and had their pick of any sexual partners they wanted. But they weren’t the only one’s ruling the world. There were plenty of women in government, exempted from the lottery process. In the end, the wealthy would always eat the poor. It was the system that was broken… except that it kept on chugging along. Just blaming the patriarchy would never change anything.
“Poor May” Retta grumbled.

Her mother was locked in a protracted chat with the meat stall vendor, and her two sisters, Gloria and Katie, were getting agitated. Little 12 year old Katie was pulling at her mother’s yellow sundress, upset at something. And uptight 15 year old Gloria’s face was frozen in a look of horror.
Retta felt the pit of her stomach drop. This was bad. Her mom was a die hard believer in the necessity of the Dolcett system. She was always telling her girls that if she hadn’t gotten pregnant with them and needed to raise them properly, she’d have volunteered herself years ago.
“Dani, I gotta go.” She dismissed her friend. And turned heel to get a better idea of what was going on. Shit, the pen was already in her hand, and she was signing papers that were being pushed to her by the attendant.

Retta’s face turned ashen, as she saw the sign above the stall. Riraito’s Fine Meats. Fuck. Her mother was definitely volunteering them all for processing. She used to say that as soon as Katie was old enough, she’d sign the form to volunteer them all. Retta had never taken her seriously. Katie had only just had her birthday last weekend. Retta rushed to the table and pushed her mother aside to see the form on the table. Maybe it wasn’t too late. Her mom objected loudly, but Retta laid eyes on the form,
Wendy Williams
18975485
Retta Williams
26548391
Gloria Williams
26532895
Katie Williams
26680175

And her mother’s signature below, the ink still wet on the page.
“Fuck” Retta exclaimed. Their mother had just signed them over as volunteer meat for Riraito’s Fine Meats, execution that very afternoon. Her mother beamed happily, while Katie bawled beside her, her snotty nose pushed into her mother’s bright dress.
There was nothing left that Retta could do. She was legally meat now, and if she resisted, her fate would be much worse.


The meatwagon came around an hour later to pick up the crowd of volunteers that the stall had generated that day. It wasn’t far from the Meat faire to the processing facility. she’d thought about running, of course… but she knew better than to actually do it. What they did to runaways and their families was utterly barbaric. No girl with any sense would ever try that. Retta had to admit that it was an efficient system, for one so morally broken.
When they arrived, they were herded like livestock into short corrals. It was almost like a pastiche of a cattle farm. There, they were cataloged, ordered to strip, and graded for the quality of their meat. It was a demeaning experience. Retta realized that it was all intentional. There to remind them that society no longer viewed them as human beings, but merely as animals for slaughter.

She felt like fighting back, kicking and spitting in the establishment’s face… but the rational, non-emotional part of her understood that the men standing behind the corrals with stun batons, weren’t there just to look pretty. She didn’t know what exactly they’d do to her that could be worse than death… but her mind filled with all kinds of tortures they could inflict, and she stepped meekly back into line with her family.

She stripped off her leather jacket and denim pants, and placed them along with her knee high jackboots into the waiting bin. She loved those clothes, they were a real extension of her personality. Each of them had a story that went with them. Now they’d just be incinerated, or sold off as secondhand goods.


At least when you were volunteered, there were some perks. Quick processing times, guaranteed time for coitus in the Waiting room, a relatively painless death, and your name was mandated to be displayed next to whatever dish you were cooked into, so that the diner could appreciate your individual sacrifice. None of these perks were particularly appealing to Retta. She’d prefer a few more years of life… at least until her own lottery number was pulled.

They were chained quickly. Retta felt the cold steel clamp around her neck. She’d always lived under the metaphorical yoke of patriarchal tyranny, but the real thing felt colder, and harder to resist than she’d ever expected. They pulled at the chains, and the girls were all hauled into the waiting room. Retta’s feminist friends had all had a more descriptive and accurate name than the euphemistic “waiting room” They called it the ‘rape’ room. Essentially that was what it was. Butchers on their break, would frequent the room, and take their pick of the meatgirls in line in order to relieve their stress from the hard work. Meatgirls didn’t have the right to refuse, of course.


Retta wasn’t even sure she was all that interested in cock. Like most women in her man starved society, she found it easier to form strong sexual bonds and relationships with her own gender. It was just easier than trying to compete for the attention of one of the few males. Still, she kind of wondered what it was going to feel like to get fucked by a dick. A hulking hunk of a man walked over to her, unchained her, and lifted Retta up onto a cold faux marble countertop like she was nothing. She spread her legs for him reluctantly, and he guided her feet into manacle stirrups. She felt like a fucking whore doing it. He looked down on her and critiqued her body.
“Man, a fat Tiny titted emo bitch, so not my type. You even a virgin like it says on your meatgrade report?” he complained, still fully erect.
”I’m still a virgin.” She sneered “so take it easy on me you bastard, it’s my first time.
He inspected her pussy by stretching her labia apart with his fingers. He seemed satisfied by what he saw.
“Just shut up, take my cum, and be grateful, slut” he commanded, sliding the tip of his penis into her wet entrance. She bit her tongue and obeyed.

He was more brutal and rough than Retta would have wanted for her first time, but he had clearly been professionally trained in the carnal arts. He was almost robotic as he raped her, like he’d done it so many times before that the pleasure had disappeared for him, but his ministrations still hit the mark, and made Retta drench herself. Her family’s moans filled the air. Gloria’s 14 year old body was getting doggystyle rammed hard, while Katie barely fit on the enormous cock that was being forced into her. Her butcher pushed down on her shoulders until she bottomed out with an audible pop as the too large member filled her to absolutely. She squeaked like a mouse.
Their mother was being stretched out into a ballet dancer position. The mature woman seemed to be enjoying her acrobatic sexcapades very much. Her man reached across her body and started choking her as he fucked her. A thin, strangled smile spread across her lips.

As they were each being fucked silly, a seniour employee and a new hire walked through the Waiting room doors. She seemed to take the sight of them all in mid coitus quite easily. The senior explained a few things to her that Retta couldn’t hear well. The new girl just nodded, and stood to the side, waiting. “Now Sonia, it’s your first day at Riraito’s fine meats, so I’m giving you a volunteer family as your first escort duty. It should be an easy run, and I’m sure you’ll get them to where they need to go with no problems. If you have any troubles, just yell out on the kill floor… good luck newbie.” He encouraged the blue-haired glasses girl.

Retta felt the heat in her loins rise as her stud thrust back and forth into her. She Maintained her scowl, even as she felt her brain go blank from the feeling of pleasure rising in her. Sweat slicked her skin, and she found herself meeting each pounding with a reciprocative little hip buck of her own. It was hard to remember she hated this kind of thing, She found her mind drowning out the lustful moaning of her family, instead selfishly focussing on her building climax. She shot her rapist a dirty, recalcitrant look as a series of spasming thrills overcame her pussy and the two strangers came simultaneously. She felt his thick wad of semen shoot up into her vagina. In the same moment, as she was distracted by the afterglow, he raised a piercing tool from the nearby side of the block and clipped her labial fold with it, tagging Retta with her information, cooking instructions and meatgrade. Surprised by the sudden, unexpected stinging, Retta exclaimed loudly.
“The fuck?” A single drop of blood ran from her freshly pierced pussy.

Breathing heavily, she felt him withdraw from inside her, his spunk dribbling from her recently used cunt. She was indignant and humiliated at being rutted like an animal, but at the same time, she was a bit disappointed that she’d only get to experience that feeling once in her life. Getting fucked was nice. “There you go sow… all tagged now.” He complimented her.
She noticed she wasn’t the only one sporting a little yellow tag dangling from a copper ring under her snatch. All her family had one now. Even Katie’s stretched little pussy lips sported a shiny new ring. And a tag with a bold red letter C stamped on it. Her butcher lifted her up out of her stirrups, and rechained her up without a further word. It was all so clinical. She felt like they were just objects for them to use as they saw fit. He reconnected the chainlink to her family, and then handed them over to the new girl, who hauled them out of the room.

Retta’s pussy queefed as a thimbleful of white sperm dribbled out of it. It splattered between her legs as she walked. Now that the moment was over, she felt shame that her traitorous body had felt so good gettimg raped. Katie tiptoed tenderly in front of her in line. It was clear she was sore from her raping, A little blood mixed in with the cum squirting from her petite kiddie cunt. Her tag jingled with every step.

Retta’s own fingers wandered down to her pussy, feeling the foreign hardness of her own tag. She lifted it up to see. It read A- Oven Roaster Medium Rare. She looked at it, confused. She didn’t really understand how the grading process worked. She kind of thought of herself as a C grade at best. She was a little overweight, and had small misshapen breasts. She didn’t think she was cute at all. Yet, somehow she’d scored better than the rest of her family, with the exception of perfect Gloria. Who’d gotten a solid A. Even in the meat grade, she was somehow scoring better than Retta. She didn’t know why, but it put her in a sour mood.

They were led to the bathrooms, and chained to the walls to do their business for the last time. Retta stewed in her dark brooding, as her mother and sister tried to convince Katie to relieve herself in public.
“Katie you really should go to the toilet, it’s the last chance you’re going to get darling” said Retta’s mother.
“You don’t wanna poop yourself when you get snuffed, that’d be really embarrassing. they record it all you know. You don’t want your snuff tape to be titled “little princess poops herself as she dies” or something like that.” Gloria piped in helpfully.
Retta felt she had to say something too.
“Can you imagine that boy you like from class; Charlie, or whatever his name was, nutting himself to you necrosquirting? Have some dignity and just do it now like every other girl that gets processed.”
“But it’s too embarrassing Retta… why do I have to do this?” She whinged childishly.
Retta had to admit to herself silently, why were they doing all this, it seemed gruesomely ridiculous to have their deaths packaged up into little entertainment packages for the amusement of boys.

Acutely aware of the cameras recording her, Retta pissed into the bowl and pinched a long crap out her anus. She’d seen the net offerings of some of her previous classmates Death videos passed around the school grounds. she wondered if any boys would wank themselves silly over her own execution. She knew they probably would. The thought just made her skin crawl. It was disgusting.