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Chapter Four: Choose your Method

Jennifer stood outside the local Processing Centre. It was fenced off my large walls that had been there back when this place was a prison. She had been here once before, during her tagging, and was happy to note that the old cells were now comfortable bedsits used as temporary housing for Red Tags until their time came.

Jennifer didn't know how she wanted to go yet, all she had decided on was having her bones buried beside her mother's. She still had roughly two weeks to decide but once she entered the Processing Plant and submitted herself, she would never leave alive.

Jennifer thought back to the Black Tag she had witnessed being executed the day before and of how it scared her into coming here so that her sister Abby, who was here with her, could have the same luxury of choice should her number come up.

Jennifer squeezed her sister's hand for comfort who smiled back up at her big sister. “We don't need to do it now,” Abby tried to convince her, “You can come home then we can...I dunno...live?”

“No I have to do this now, no point in dragging it out,” Jennifer was trying to convince herself as well. Abby, still not fully grasping the honourable decision her sister was making, saw only a future without her and it broke her heart.

Abby broke out in tears, sobbing loudly outside the gates. Several other women on their way inside glanced at the crying teenager. “Abby,” Jennifer said sternly, “Women don't cry at Processing Centres, they die happily for the-”

“Fuck the good of Humanity!” she yelled loudly, “I just want my sister to live!”

That was a dangerous sentiment and already a few guards were looking their way. Jennifer hated to do this but it was for Abby's own good. She raised her hand and slapped her little sister across the cheek as hard as she dared.

“Quiet,” she hissed, “That's a dangerous thing to say you stupid girl!” Jennifer took her sister by the shoulders and made her face her, “Say sorry, say it loudly and that you didn't mean it or these guards will come and take you away!”

Abby looked over at the men and sniffed loudly. “Sorry,” she said to them, “I-I didn't mean that.”

“You have to let me go without a fuss now,” Jennifer kissed Abby on the lips and turned away from her, “I hope you live a long and happy life.”

“Poor Abby,” Jennifer thought as she walked away, “I'll miss you so much as well.”

Jennifer stole one last look at her kid sister who waved, a forced smile on her pretty face. Jennifer waved back and approached the doors. “Just you?” the guard said to her and Jennifer nodded, “Good thinking with your sister, you just saved her life.” Jennifer was buzzed inside and the doors closed behind her. She wished she had taken one last look at the sky before coming in here but it was too late. The only way she would leave here was as Meat.

“Hey sexy,” said a small voice at the reception desk, “I can already tell your high grade, why don't you come here so that we can get this done?”

Jennifer smiled at the bubbly receptionist. She was naked as well but a tag in her nipple showed that she was an employee and not for slaughter. “Name?” she asked when Jennifer approached.

“Jennifer Granger,” she told the woman.

“ID?”

“0078442,” she had memorised her ID since she was given it at her Tagging. The receptionist typed in her name and number.

“Red tagged two days ago?” Jennifer nodded to the question, “Says here you were a Butcher in training, good for you.”

“Thanks,” Jennifer beamed happily, it had been her dream to see the brave women who came here to their ideal deaths.

“Well, in your last grading you scored an A-,” the woman then stated, impressed with the score, “That's nothing to scoff at, all I ever see are B and C grades usually.” The woman typed something into her computer. “There, your slotted in for Tuesday, that's two days from now.”

“You mean I can't be snuffed today?” Jennifer asked and the woman shook her head.

“We get a lot of Meat Girls coming through here every day,” she was told, “We only have so many butchers to see to them,” she looked at Jennifer apologetically, “Don't worry, the Centre is quite luxurious so you won't be bored,” The woman smiled at Jennifer. “You should know that though right?” Jennifer nodded, she did know that.

The Receptionist then produced a piercing gun from under her desk and stuck a sticker with her grade onto a plastic tag. “Lean forward,” she told Jennifer. She couldn't help blushing when the Receptionist took her breast in her hand.

A sharp pain coursed through her nipple as the tag was applied and Jennifer was allowed to stand up. “In you get,” a small gate opened and Jennifer was allowed to pass into the Centre proper. The centre wasn't too crowded though each and every current resident was naked. Most of them were Meat Girls while some were staff like waitresses serving their honourable charges as they lived it up before they died.

In the centre of the room was a large pool where most of the women were situated, either swimming, playing or relaxing by the pool side. Jennifer looked up and was happy to see that this was an open courtyard, the sky wouldn't be gone forever after all.

She descended the metal staircase, a relic from the old prison, into the courtyard and stood by the pool watching as the other Meat Girls enjoyed their final days or even hours. “Each and every single one of us is doomed,” she reminded herself, “And yet not a sad face among them.”

She spent the day by the pool. It seemed that her higher than normal grade drew some attention and more than a few Meat Girls wanted to see what an 'A' standard Meat Girl looked like. One was very hands on, touching every inch of Jennifer's body while another two held her down.

Her hands roamed her naked body, gently caressing her soft breasts or hairless cunt and bringing her to one sweet orgasm after the other. Neither one of those involved, including Jennifer herself, could refrain from laughing joyfully. Her day was filled with sex. She had never been attracted to girls before she became an animal but now that she was free to act as she pleased she found great pleasure in fucking another women in her position.

The day passed quickly and the evening meal was delicious, served in a large cafeteria. As she was heading to her room for the night Jennifer was happy, full and utterly spent sexually. It was then that she saw something that would dampen her day.

“No,” cried an unfamiliar voice, “Please I'm not ready just one more day!”

“Come on love,” said a male, “Your times up, we can make it painless if that's what your worried about?”

Jennifer approached the source of the noise and found two guards wrestling with a Meat Girl in her room. It seemed it was her time but fear and nerves had taken hold of her. “Come on Meat, you don't want us to convert you to a Black Tag do you?”

“Hold on,” Jennifer approached them, “Let her go, I'll talk her round.”

“Back to your cell Meat,” the Guard raised a cattle prod and flared it at her.

“Hey new guy,” said the other, “You don't speak to a Meat Girl like that,” he thwacked his subordinate on the back of the head then faced Jennifer with a friendly smile. “Think you can convince her to come quietly, I'd hate to drag her family into this?”

Jennifer looked at the pathetic creature, naked and huddled against the far wall of her room. She was scared of dying. “There's no shame in it,” her mother's words rang through her mind and Jennifer nodded.

“I can convince her,” she promised them, “Lock the door and let us be alone, okay?”

The two men left and Jennifer sat herself on the comfortable bed, yearning for the one in her own room. “There's no shame in being scared,” Jennifer said to the woman, she looked a little older than her but not by much, “What are you afraid of?”

“Nothing,” she said simply, “I just want a little longer.”

“So do I,” Jennifer admitted, “I want to sit with my family at breakfast, I want to see my sister walk down the isle and have beautiful children,” she stared whimsically into space, “But I can't, I'm going to die in two days and I intend on doing so with pride and honour, not crying and screaming like some spoilt little bitch.”

“Fuck you,” the woman spat, “Who are you anyway?”

“Just a Meat Girl who was training to be a Butcher,” Jennifer moved to sit, cross-legged, in front of the cowering Meat. “So, how do you want to die?”

“I don't want to die yet!”

“Yeah I know but you had to have given a preference before they came and got you right?” Jennifer chuckled, “Come on, what did you choose?”

The girl smiled nervously. “I-I wanted to be treated like cattle,” she admitted, “Hung upside down and disembowelled.”

“Old school, I like it,” Jennifer grinned at the woman, “You know they can numb the pain, they even pierce your clit with a vibrating ring so that you orgasm all the way down the line?”

“I know,” the woman snapped.

“So why are you fighting it?”

“Well I...I asked for a female Butcher to do it,” she admitted, “But there was none available tonight, so I asked to wait,” she shrugged her shoulders, “They said no and I just fought back but I guess that was selfish.”

“It is a little but selfish but I understand,” Jennifer smiled assuringly, “Hey, I was training to be Butcher remember, maybe they'll let me do it?”

The woman's eyes beamed with hope. “Yes,” she said excitedly, “If you can I'd be so happy.”

Jennifer stood up and offered the woman her hand which she gladly took. Together they left the cell and Jennifer relayed the Meat's final wishes. “Are you sure?” asked the senior of the two, “Do you even know how to disembowel a Cow properly?”

“I've had practice with the dummies,” Jennifer admitted, “But not on a real one.”

“It's easy, all you need to do is slice down and pull the guts out,” he told her, “We numb the area before hanging them, they'll still feel the ring on their cunts and anything above the neck but not much else.”

“So you're sure about doing this?” he asked again and Jennifer nodded, “Alright, come with us Meat.”

Jennifer and the other girl were led into a room filled with other girls who had chosen this method. They weren't even Meat Girls any more but simply Cows. There was an air of excitement in the room, some were smiling while some looked nervous but all were aroused at the idea of their impending death being so debasing.

It was intoxicating.

“Alright Cows,” shouted one of the men who brought her here, “In a moment your clitoris will be pierced with a ring that will make your last moments on Earth one hell of a ride, after that we'll hang you upside down and inject you with a tranquillizer that will numb you to the pain of your disembowelment.”

“Unless you want to feel it of course.”

A few nervous laughs sounded as the Cows got excited. Finally, they were told to line up for their piercing before they would be moved to the production line. Jennifer wanted to stay and watch all the lovely ladies squeal as their most sensitive organ was pierced but sadly she was instead guided to the next room.

“The Cows will come out from this side,” indicated a Butcher, a man wearing industry standard health and safety clothing such as a hairnet and face mask. “They won't be able to move their arms thanks to the injection, they'll still feel below the waist and above the neck though but don't ask me how that works.”

Jennifer nodded her understanding and he continued. “Remember these girls asked for this so don't hesitate to cut them open although try not to vomit from the smell, it'll catch you by surprise.”

Jennifer was kitted out in thick black gloves and given a freshly sharpened knife with a long blade. She twirled it in her hands and the Supervisor have her an approving look. “Good knife control,” he told her, “But can you actually cut correctly?” She was told to practice the motion before the first Cow came through.

“What about their preference?” Jennifer asked, “One Cow wants a girl to do it.”

“We know that, but they're Cows,” he grinned behind his mask, “They don't have a choice who guts them any more.” Jennifer couldn't help smiling at the light deception, to be denied their last human wish was...well...dehumanizing.

At last the Cows started to come through. They hung upside down, feet tied by rope with a hook holding them up by it. Their arms hung limply, almost comically, as they proceeded down the line and those with big boobs had it hardest. The line stopped once everyone had a Meat Girl in front of them and much to Jennifer's relief, she would be able to keep her promise.

“Hey,” she said to the girl she had convinced to come here but only received a smile.

“The Cows can't talk back,” the Supervisor indicated to his throat, “We've frozen their vocal cords.” Jennifer noticed that the Supervisor was fingering a Cow as he spoke to her, roughly inserting his fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Looking around, it seemed everyone was pleasuring their current Cow.

Jennifer smiled down at the Cow, twirling the blade in her hand again before raising it to the Cow's moist opening. Wordlessly she inserted the handle into her cunt and a light moan escaped the Cow as she was fucked with the knife handle. “Clever,” praised the Supervisor.

Jennifer smiled back at him and gave him a wink. Her Cow came quickly and when she did the Supervisor instructed her to end it during the orgasm. Jennifer didn't hesitate, all her life she had been eager to snuff a pretty girl and now it was happening. She cut into the smooth skin of the fit young woman then grabbed the handle with both hands and ran it down her stomach, stopping just short of her pussy.

A look of pain and shock crossed the Cows face, a silent scream escaping her mouth. Jennifer loved it. She bent over and kissed the Cow on the lips, she responded for a few seconds before fading away. Next Jennifer got to work gutting her. The urge to vomit from the smell alone quickly rose though she fought through it.

Blood had spurted out of the wound, covering her front in it as she did her work. When an intestine wrapped itself around her arm she nearly threw up there and then as well but the naked Meat Girl had waited all her life for this, she was wasn't going to fuck up by looking unprofessional.

The Cow was cleaned out now, just Meat on the line. Jennifer watched her first kill dissapear into its final destination where the head would be removed and preserved for burial by the family. The next girl was a little younger this time. Despite that she looked to be having the time of her life. Without a word Jennifer grabbed the young lady's firm little bottom in her hands and pulled her towards her, wrapping her lips around the easily accessible pussy on display. The girl managed to orgasm twice before Jennifer cut her open.

Eventually the last Cow was snuffed and Jennifer turned to look at the supervisor. She was covered almost head to toe in blood now, save for her back. He approached her and took her bottom in his hands, stroking her cute globes freely. “Not bad Meat,” he said to her, “Why don't you go shower?”

Jennifer found the showers and sighed happily under a torrent of hot water, watching as the blood ran off her naked body and down the drain. Suddenly hands wrapped around her and took her smallish breasts in their hands. Jennifer didn't try to fight, knowing it would do no good.

“You did good Meat Girl,” said a familiar voice behind her, it was the Supervisor. He had pulled her against his own naked body, his penis erect between her legs. “Now bend over meat, I'm going to take your ass while we walk.” Jennifer did as instructed, quite sure that this strong man could easily overpower her anyway. She felt his cock line up with her ass then he began to push past her cheeks and into her anus. Pain racked her young body soon to be replaced by pleasure.

“Watching you finger and gut those Cows was hot,” he said to her as he began to thrust, “Did you like it?” Jennifer managed to nod though her voice failed her, “Good, I think you have a future here,” he added, “Not as a Meat Girl however but as a Butcher.”

“Y-you mean I get to live?” she managed to ask.

“Yep,” the man growled as he fucked her ass, “We don't have enough Butchers and to let one as gifted as you die would be a waste,” he began to fuck her harder, causing Jennifer to cry out in pain and pleasure, “So,” he said with another grunt, “What do you say?”

Jennifer couldn't stop smiling, the only reason she became a Butcher in the first place was because they were immune from Slaughter and even a Black Tag Execution of family members. To be a certified Butcher and earn immunity meant you had to stand above everyone else in your class which was why she never made any friends in college.

When her status turned red a few short days ago she had been convinced that this was it and all she had to do was worry about how she wanted to die. But now there was no need. She would be the one doing the killing.

“Yes,” Jennifer said happily, “A thousand times yes!”

The man came, filling her ass with his seed. He didn't just up and leave however, next he brought her off with his mouth before helping Jennifer get clean. When she went to her room, thoroughly spent, Jennifer couldn't have been happier with her luck.

*

A month passed and Jennifer was now a fully fledged Butcher. She was a fast learner and even before becoming Meat she was top of her class. Women who worked for a Processing Centre weren't Meat Girls which meant her Humanity was restored although women were still forbidden from wearing clothes in a Processing Centre, Meat or not, so employees were pierced through the nipple with a name tag and job title similar to the grading tag.

Jennifer had just finished with a Meat Girl. It had been a one on one snuff, they had made love at first before Jennifer grabbed a knife and cut her throat. The small bedsit was covered in blood, it was like a crime scene in there and Jennifer was in desperate need of a shower which she took quickly, knowing full well that another Meat Girl was in need of a good death.

After showering, she was approached by the Supervisor however. “You've been requested by name,” he told her, “Head to room fourteen.”

“Yes sir,” Jennifer said with a polite nod. She turned her naked body around and headed for the room. Who could have asked for her? She didn't really have friends because she had shunned everyone in her class in favour of getting the highest possible grades and most of her family lived out of the Centres pickup range.

Most, save for...

“Hey sis,” said a familiar person on the bed.

Jennifer's stomach did a back flip. “Abby!”