This one is a tad more brutal

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.

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 an unidentifiable 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.

“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 happens to 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.

“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.

“Well yeah, I loved your mother,” he said with a shrug, “Go, have fun.” Jennifer smiled, although he had technically 'owned' his mother in marriage she was given every freedom a single woman was afforded.

The two girls happily 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 women 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.

“Didn't they show you a Black Tag Execution in High School?” 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.

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 girl looked barely old enough to be here and Jennifer pitied her the most. She was a thin little thing, not a boob to her name.

“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 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 tools.

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 woman 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 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. Next she 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 oldest of the group, 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 untied the scared mother from her post and 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 youngest daughter 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 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 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 opened 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 limbs dangled limply in their bonds and her body tilted as one side of her was effectively freed though 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.

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.

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 girls 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 escaped.

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, 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 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...