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Rita watched the man toss the rest of the woman's severed hairless head into a gaping round hole in the floor of the room. The asian girl's head sailed through the air, spitting trails of crimson from the severed neck, and disappeared through the hole. Rita thought she heard a splash of water from below, but she couldn't be certain because of all the noise and activity in the killing room.

Rita saw another man in the corner of her eye approach her with a machine on a mobile robotic arm that extended from the ceiling. There were pipes and wires sticking out of the machine, but Rita was more interested in what the men were doing with Suzy's body than to watch what the man approaching her was doing.

The men pushed Suzy's inverted headless corpse over the large hole in the floor. The man with the machette flicked his wrist and sliced her large left breast open, bisecting the nipple and spreading it open so that the fat deposits could be seen. He did the same to her other massive mammory, deflowering Suzy's ample womanhood like a simple breast filet.

'Fucking cow had a couple of big one's, eh fellas?' The man said, showing no regard for the human being he was butchering. 'Look at 'em jiggle! Wouldn't mind sticking my prick between those for awhile, eh guys?' The men laughed cruelly at Suzy's expense. 'Look! The bitch-fat is just hanging out of those mammoth milk-sacks!'

The butcher with the machette stabbed ferociously at Suzy's inverted, headless corpse. The sharp tip of his weapon poked through the dead woman's exposed belly, through her guts and came out the back of her torso. Rita choked back a sudden uncontrollable urge to vomit as she watched the men indignantly butcher her best friend's beautiful body.

Another man grabbed Suzy's left ankle - the one that dangled away from her body. He pulled her left leg so that her legs were spread wide apart. The disgusting man with the machette stepped up to the inverted corpse and swung his weapon cruelly at her exposed, naked cuntmeat. Rita vomitted when she heard the machette crack into Suzy's pubic bone. The sickening sound of her best friend's pelvis being cracked open made Rita wretch uncontrollably. The vomit launched a few feet ahead and splashed across the dirty floor.

The machette-man belched as he wiped his brow. 'Best part of my job is breaking these worthless cunts apart! Hey Joe, pull tighter on her leg so she comes apart easier! Open the pig's wound so I got a bigger target!' Another sickening crunch echoed through the room. 'That's it, keep pulling on that leg! Pull her hips apart for me!'

As the man approached with the killing machine, Rita got a final look at Suzy as the men hacked her torso in half, allowing the left side of her friend to slide through the hole, disposing of it into the hidden lower level of the killing room. Rita was absolutely sure that she heard a splash of water this time. The right side of Suzy's torso remained hanging from the ceiling, dripping guts and blood through the killing room floor. Blood dripped from the fingers of her right hand and into the basement.

Then Rita's vision was filled by the ominous killing machine and she would never see Suzy again.

The killing machine was manuevered directly in front of Rita's face. At this point, Rita knew she couldn't do anything except pray for her own hide. Rita stared the machine head-on and saw the tip of a round tungsten metal bolt about one-inch in diameter. The rest of the bolt was encased within the machine. The man lined up the machine so that the bolt was aimed directly at Rita's forehead.

From beyond the blood-soaked killing machine, Rita heard the horrible sound of bones breaking and being pulled apart just before the distinctive voice of the disgusting machette-man echoed through the room. 'Another sixteen skulls to crack and we're done guys. I wanna be done before nine so we can go to Farlie's Pub and watch the game. I got money on Denver!' There was an agonizing pause, before: 'Okay Chuck, we're waiting! Hurry up and do the next cunt.'

Rita heard herself squeeling frantically as she bucked and fought her restraints as hard as she could. The sound was akin to a stuck pig at a slaughter farm, and she knew it. Her brain was not actually forming recognizable words as she lost it. It was a last-second attempt to get free which was impossible, but her fear-feebled brain did not recognize the futility. There was no rationality now. Her brain actually contributed to the indignity of her situation by forcing her body to react in a ridiculous manner. Her brain only reacted to the situation it had been placed in. Facing death in the form of the blood-soaked killing machine, Rita no longer cared about her friend Suzy or anything else but her own survival.

The men in the killing room laughed at her feeble protests as the one working the killing machine raised his arm and stood back. Rita noticed the lights go red as the man yelled 'CLEAR!'. A loud bell sounded.

Then there was a deafening 'CRACK!' which was followed by a brilliant white flash. Rita's lower jaw dropped open as she felt the pneumatic bolt plow through the hard bone of her forehead and about five inches into her brain. Soft brain matter gave way to the cold hard metal of the bolt. Blood squirted from her nostrils and erupted from her ears. Her eyeballs went cross-eyed and rolled gently into the back of her head as she felt her body go limp. As parts of her body loosened, Rita felt her bowel release. The wet turdid contents of Rita's bowels mashed into the face of the girl behind her and covered Rita's ass with slick brown shit.

The annoying loud squeeling had been stopped but a low murmuring whisper escaped from Rita's twitching lips. The man controlling the killing machine saw Rita's lips moving as if she was talking to herself. With the rest of her face hidden behind the devastating life-stealing machine, he felt himself curiously aroused by her blood-red lips.

As the bolt delivered the fatal blow to Rita's brain, her body twitched and spasmed as it died. Her eyeballs rolled back to the front of her head as the bolt retracted from the gaping hole it drilled into her brain. As the man pulled the killing machine away from Rita's face, a raging gusher of blood spat from the large hole in her forehead. It spurt several feet into the air and splashed on the floor, mixing with the vomit she had earlier deposited there. The blood spurt three times, but as her heart weakened and died the gusher slowed to a river of crimson that flowed down Rita's pretty face. From now until the end of her few remaining moments, Rita's failing vision would be rose-tinted, filtered through the thick blood covering her face. Blood filled her eyes and her mouth as the locking device was lifted from her body.

The machette-man paced in the brightly-lit room which, for Rita, had recently become execution chamber, mortuary, slaughterhouse, and butchershop. 'Get that fucking cunt off the line and over here. I'll take her head and then break the bitch apart. You guys hurry and get the next slut popped! And wash that fucking shit off her face! She looks like a fucking toilet, and it's starting to stink like a toilet in here!'

Another man's voice echoed through the chamber. 'When are they ever going to get that auto-enema machine working again? The night crew should be cleaning out these skanky whores' bung holes before we start the line up in the morning!'

'Just wash the shit off the fucking bitch's face. Get all of it this time, there's shit on all these cracked skulls over here. And let me worry about who does what! Jesus!'

Rita's brain, while fatally wounded, still had a handful of firing and misfiring synapses that sent mixed pain/no-pain signals to her brain's core. She felt her body being lifted off the recycling line by her slender ankle. Rita felt herself being pushed into the killing room, rough gloved hands on her naked buttocks and firm belly. Suddenly she felt a release of pressure at her left shoulder and saw her left arm being tossed through the hole in the floor. Blood spurt from the place where it had been connected to the rest of her body. Then there was a horrible feeling of weightlessness before a terrible crack on the back of her head and she felt the world spin. With the few functioning brain cells she had left, Rita realized that her head had been whacked off with the machette and was laying on the blood-stained floor. An incredible flood of crimson blood drenched her severed head before the big boot hit her square in the face, cracking and flattening her nose, and she was launched across the floor.

'Somebody better catch up with those scalps. You're falling behind! There's at least thirty cracked skulls on the floor! If I trip on one of those, somebody will be in big trouble!'

As her severed head rolled across the floor and slammed into some other girl's severed head, there was a loud hollow thump echoing through her brain. The last thing Rita heard before her hearing faded was the agonizing screams of 'one-twenty-six' as she now faced the killing machine. Rita's final thoughts were for her own body as she watched it being pushed over the hole in the killing room floor. As her vision narrowed into darkness, she saw blood dripping from the neck as her body swung back and forth like fresh beef in a butchershop. Her eyesight faded as she saw the '125' painted in black - the headless corpse that used be her spun in circles by it's right ankle. The disgusting machette-man stepped beside the swinging carcass of meat that used to be her beautiful body and started to hack it apart. Her large breasts were ruthlessly carved off her chest, dropped through the floor, exposing the gleaming white of her ribcage. She tried to press her eyes closed before she died so she could arrest a final bit of dignity in her last moments. The last visual signals her brain received was the sight of the wet, blood-slicked floor as she drifted away into death. Despite her best efforts, she passed into oblivion with the dim-witted half-open stare that so many other girls ended up with that day on the killing room floor.

All Rita really wanted was a little dignity, and it had been denied her in a most gruesome manner. In the final day of her life, she had suffered the indignity of rape, and the indignity of a cruel, humiliating death. But while Rita's life experience was over, the indignity was far from complete. The men still needed to finish Rita.

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The man with the machette brought the blade down hard on the girl's crotch. The sickening crunch that echoed through the killing room provided the feedback that #125's pubic bone had split apart. The machette blade was lodged tightly about six inches within the dead girl's pelvis. He struggled to get the blade out of the girl's yielding body and quickly brought the blade down again. The sounds of impact with the hanging corpse became more and more disgusting as the blade hacked through the innards of the woman's torso and cracked hip bones, vertebrae, and ribs. He continued whacking through the middle of the girl's corpse until he split the collar bone and the shoulders fell apart. The woman's left shoulder slammed into the side of the hole in the floor as one of the men kept a tenuous hold on the slender ankle. Blood, gore, instestines, and internal organs slipped out of the dead woman's body as the man holding the half-corpse let the entire thing fall through the killing room floor. The men watched the bodily remains fall into the vat of boiling water below to join the other pieces of woman meat.

The chunk of female remains slipped into the hot, bubbling water with a small splash. Other corpses submerged in the water rolled around and bounced with the force of heat bubbles. The corpses performed a gruesome dance of death and dismemberment in their underwater grave.

The right side of the corpse remained hanging by the ankle. Shreds of flesh and gore dripped and hung from the massive wound that seperated the woman's body into two distinct pieces. The men that let the left side of the girl's body fall downstairs stepped away to scalp a few more severed heads in the corner of the killing room.

The machette sliced smoothly through the shin bone of the dangling right side of the corpse. The woman's severed foot spun into the air, bounced off the killing room floor and then into the boiling vat below The rest of the body fell straight down like a sandbag into the boiling water downstairs.

The violated flesh of the woman's body was followed by several scalped, severed heads, including her own. The heads bobbed and floated on the surface of the boiling water with dumb, dim-witted death masks for several moments before the hot water seeped inside the skulls through the hole punched in the forehead. The bobbing and bouncing severed heads drifted slowly to the bottom of the vat. Near the bottom of the vat where the heat was most intense, eyeballs melted and the brains were poached.

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Sorting it all out...

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The men put their plastic coveralls on over their street clothing and slipped the eye-protection goggles over their heads. Before leaving the locker room, Jim and Frank lit up a cigarette.

'Good game last night, eh Frank?'

'Bitchin' game. You get Vat #12 cleaned yesterday before you left?'

Jim nodded. 'Yeah, it took a few hours of overtime, but I got it sparkling clean. Which vat are we working on today?'

Frank checked his clipboard and flipped through the pages. 'It looks like they filled numbers two and six yesterday. Number sixteen is cooling today, but number eight is ready to go.'

Jim puffed on his smoke and headed for the door. 'Number eight then. Ready?'

Frank nodded and butted his smoke out in an ashcan. 'Let's go.'

The two men walked out to the boiling room floor and joined the rest of their team near boiling vat number eight. The boiling room was a huge cavernous room on the next subterraneous level below the killing room. When the men that worked the killing room dropped the recyclables, the pieces fell into one of twenty different vats. Each vat was immense with a holding capacity of several hundred thousand gallons. A typical day's work on the killing room floor would fill one of these vats with as many as two hundred corpses. But most days a vat would hold considerably less than that.

The purpose of boiling vats, as tour guides usually told guests to the recycling center (no women allowed), is to begin the process of rendering the transient bodies into fundamentals. The only part of this process that is done on the killing room floor is the removal of hair from each recyclable. The scalp is cut from the skull to remove the hair and is then shipped to FurnaceMaster Inc. The hair component is used in the production of large industrial air filters. Most skyscrapers in the cities filter their air through these filters and replacements are required on a regular basis.

The rest of the process begins on the boiling room floor. The corpses are boiled for two days at extreme temperatures. Hot water cooks the flesh thoroughly and removes undesirable deterious material such as feces, urine, and blood. Much of the fat in the bodies flush into the water which can be extracted and used in the production of soap and detergent products. Most large fatty breasts that go into the vats come out flat, reduced to empty flaps of skin.

The soft fleshy pieces of the corpses are effectively boiled away from the bones during two days' exposure to the extreme heat. After the vat is allowed to cool for a day, it is drained and the remaining pieces are sorted into 'Solid' components (bone) and 'Soft' components (flesh and organ meat). That is what the sorters do in the boiling room. The only tools they need is their own hands, and a whole bunch of wheelbarrows. Sorters represent the least skilled workforce of Fem-Biograde facilities.

Frank put his goggles on and adjusted his work hat. 'Okay guys, Vat number Eight is finished the cooling cycle and needs to be sorted. There's a hundred and forty recyclables in it, so I hope you all had enough sleep last night. This will probably be a long shift.'

The men stepped alongside a long solid steel table that extended from the side of boiling vat number eight. Above the table was a large hopper with a bottom door five feet in diameter. When Frank pressed the evacuation button, the room filled with the loud sounds of the water draining from the huge boiling vat. The men around the table put their rubber gloves on and prepared to get to work.

When the computer indicated that the vat was completely drained, Frank pushed the green 'open' button and a pile of wet, cooked flesh dumped out of the hopper door. Several hundred pounds of cooked female meat and bones gushed onto the table. The boiled meat had turned the same color as the bones - a dull gray, devoid of color. The men began grabbing woman parts and carried them a few feet where several wheelbarrows were lined up.

Jim grabbed a stray muscular leg from the table and carried it over to a nearby wheelbarrow by the ankle. The flesh of the thigh and hip was attached to the leg, but the hip bone was not. It appeared as though the leg had not been severed but came apart from the rest of the body inside the boiling vat. The quadricep meat was dangling from the femur and as he held the drumstick over the wheelbarrow, he pulled on the flap of cooked flesh. The meat fell right off the femur and dropped into the wheelbarrow. Jim twisted the femur until it came out of the knee joint. He tossed the bone into a different wheelbarrow and then used his thumbs to pry apart the weak flesh in the shin of the lower leg. The meat came apart like nothing and he dropped the calf muscle into the growing heap of meat in the wheelbarrow. Twisting again, he pulled the foot off the lower leg bone, tossed the bone, and began pulling the flesh off the numerous bones in the foot. He pulled the toes off, purged them of meat and tugged the toenails off. Toenails and fingernails were the only part of the body that was not recyclable, so Jim dropped them on the floor and went back to the pile for another piece of girl meat.

Another man had a woman's bloated naked torso in his arms and set it down in an empty wheelbarrow. The arms, legs and head of the woman were missing, and probably located someplace in the pile of meat on the table, or in the vat of cooked woman-parts. He shook the torso up and down roughly until the pelvis came apart and the cooked internal gore dumped out into the wheelbarrow. He pulled the flesh off the rib cage then tossed the ribcage, intact, into another wheelbarrow full of other female bones. He picked up the woman's pelvis and ripped the fleshy buttocks off the woman's shredded ass. Within seconds he had all the flesh removed from the woman's hip and tail bones. He tossed the bones on top of the ribcage and several of the ribs snapped.

Frank grabbed a couple severed heads from the table and carried them to a nearby wheelbarrow. He pulled the lower jaw off one of the hairless heads, pushed the slippery flesh off the jaw-bone and picked the loose teeth out of the woman's cooked gums. By pushing his hand over the bleached-white skull, he took the rest of the flesh off the head. He pulled the face off the skull, poked the distended eyeballs out of their sockets and removed the ears. He dumped the skull in a wheelbarrow. Then he did the same with the other severed head, but he slammed the second skull into the wheelbarrow after it was skinned, smashing the bone to several pieces.

After a few minutes, several wheelbarrows began to fill beyond capacity, so several men each pushed a wheelbarrow across the room. The wheelbarrows holding skeletal remains were pushed into the drying room. The wheelbarrows filled with soft components were taken to a large steel hopper in the floor of the boiling room. The mouth of the hopper was about ten feet wide and made a loud mechanical sound like gears grinding on gears.

The first wheelbarrow was tipped over and the soggy, bloated flesh of several dead woman slid into the hopper. A terrible grinding noise echoed through the boiling room as the meat was torn apart by hundreds of spinning blades. The grinder chewed the flesh and bits of cooked girl meat spewed into the air.

Four more wheelbarrows of slippery female flesh-parts were tipped into the hopper and the menacing meat grinder made quick work of the soft meat. What better way to deal with the meat of women that needed to be recycled?

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The touring delegation of physicians stepped into the mixing room led by a tour guide. All the men wore white lab coats thrown over their suits and white hard hats. The tour group had just come from the bone-meal production room, so all the members of the group were wearing large yellow ear-protection covers. The grinders in that room produced noise at nearly 200-decibels. The tour guide moved his arms in an animated fashion as he spoke.

'Here at Fem-BioGrade we produce a wide variety of products. In this room you can see our hog feed production facility.'

From the low ceiling a constant supply of gray colorless meat, diced and cubed by the loud meat grinder, fell into a ten-foot wide mixing bowl. Beside the mixing bowl, a spout fed an equal amount of unrefined oats into the bowl. A large blade spun inside the bowl mixing the meat and the oats together into a fine-textured gruel.

The physicians were part of a government task-force to expand the possible uses of female by-products. They were under considerable pressure by certain politicians to discover a practical means for recycling the female flesh into human-food. Physicians were resisting this pressure because of a lack of studies surrounding the psychological effects of cannibalism on the general population - especially the female population.

It was felt that the female population was not prepared for the reality of their situation. The details of the recycling operations being carried out worldwide were still largely kept secret from women. The resulting by-products and the gruesome details of the process that prepared those by-products had been kept secret because of physicians' concerns. The questions regarding cannibalism that concerned physicians most were:

What would be the reaction of women when they discovered the end by-product of their bodies?

How would women react when they found woman-steaks and girl-roasts sitting in the meat cooler at their local supermarket?

The current solution for eliminating the transmission of STDs between heterosexual couples was largely based on a certain amount of cooperation by women. If they should discover what their role in the solution really required, there would undoubtably be a serious backlash, not to mention higher incurred costs of female procurement.

No, most physicians knew that it had to be kept secret. So the beef and hog markets were increased and the female by-products of the recycling process were added to the increased feed requirements of those industries. Better to hide the process than to blow the issue wide open.

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THE END (for now)
. . . Meatlover